Wellington is currently being held hostage by summer.
It is HOT. And glorious and I never want it to end.
Not that I'm actually able to enjoy it, strapped as I am to the laptop. But it certainly looks nice outside the window.
Actually, that's not strictly true: there have been a couple of doggie walks along the waterfront and earlier this morning, before the sun got too excited, an 8km run with the running group. Hot, sweaty fun.
Once I manage to give this tedious work a kiss and send it on its way, there shall hopefully be time to sit in the sun-drenched garden with a glass of something suitably cold and alcoholic.
Here's someone else who loves the sun. And his ball.
It is HOT. And glorious and I never want it to end.
Not that I'm actually able to enjoy it, strapped as I am to the laptop. But it certainly looks nice outside the window.
Actually, that's not strictly true: there have been a couple of doggie walks along the waterfront and earlier this morning, before the sun got too excited, an 8km run with the running group. Hot, sweaty fun.
Once I manage to give this tedious work a kiss and send it on its way, there shall hopefully be time to sit in the sun-drenched garden with a glass of something suitably cold and alcoholic.
Here's someone else who loves the sun. And his ball.
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