mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
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Yes, it took till a quarter to June before I had to keep the windows open, and now how I miss the 15C highs of a week ago (currently to be our lows for the foreseeable future, if we're lucky.) Because nothing is more nauseating than the smell of lilacs mingling with my neighbour's strongly scented fabric softener, blowing in on the faint evening breeze.
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