And there it was. Summer.
All 4 days of it...all 96 hours..all 5760 sodding English minutes, and now we are scheduled for snow. Brilliant. My wardrobe is equally as schizophrenic as the bloody weatherman! Having barely just finished purchasing an entire new summer collection which is still, may I add, hanging on the rail, out comes the over sized boyfriend jumpers, cable knits and sweats. I have realised how quickly the last few months have passed me by... But here's something to get us back into the swing of things.. This track is on loop in the house/car/office/brain and I absolutely love it. Ladies, welcome back Charlie-sounds-like-hes-smoked-70-a-day-Simpson.
FYI:
French Forecast tomorrow. 30 degrees.
A rare occasion to be jealous of the French, but that I am.
J'taime Anglais...J'taime Anglais..J'taime Anglais...
