I would just like the whole of LJ to know that Amy Bridges is wonderful for going to the petrol station to get ice creams for the poor sweltering souls in magazines.
Our fire alarm just sounded - for just long enough that everyone had time to grab their coats, moan about going out in the cold and start trooping towards the stairs.
Then it stopped. Just to mock us.
I hope this isn’t going to be some sort of metaphor for today.