Cor luvaduck, blimey O’Riley, streuth and egads - it’s hot. So hot the birds sound drunk. So hot the ground blisters your feet. So hot the bread for your sandwich is dried like an old crust in thirty seconds flat. So hot the world has melted slightly, like a Dali painting. Dry hot, because I’m in the Green Kingdom (the slightly-browned-around-
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It does strike me to mention the house by the beach again - it's not taken for a while and it may be that a couple of days or a week with the sea to look at or walk by might be a Good Thing in your coming weeks. I spent a couple of weeks there at a low ebb last year and it did me so much good. I say all this with diffidence because the last thing I want is for you to feel pressured by it, but if you'd like to borrow it, then just say.
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