Shirtless blokes roasting their beer paunches in the sun, cleavages overflowing out of diminutive bikini tops, a barefoot man carrying two 99 Flakes…
Some remote Scottish island please. Am seriously considering it for this year’s two months (please only two) of hellish heat. I need to write to someone asking if they want to do a house swap. Ha haha ha. Oh well.
Yup, it was hot. Then again, I wore black today. And I saw body parts that I really didn’t want to see. Urgh. It’s only going to get worse from now on.
Damn those midges. Anyway, it’s been raining for two days here so now I’m happier. But I still have a yearning, and will make a note to pick an uninhabited, inaccessible and very remote island, and then get myself delivered there by helicopter. With two months supplies, a floor-length mosquito net stapled around the brim of a wide sunhat, and a catapult to fend off any stray tourists. Mind you, catapulting from inside a mosquito net…could be dangerous.