“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” ― George Orwell, 1984
Weather: beautiful day to be a gardener
Mood: sitting pretty singing a ditty
Word of the day: Eutropic – turning to face the sun
The sun was bursting out today. Mike was worried and squirted some sun cream onto a tissue (it’s attached to the wall) and brought it round to all of us so we wouldn’t burn. That’s why I love this place.
Mike was in shorts, and at break Dan mentioned he might do the same tomorrow.
‘Ok, but once you’ve put shorts on you’ve got to wear them until December!’ said Mike.
‘Why’s that then?’ I asked, confused.
‘That’s the way it is. You put shorts on, you’ve got to keep them on until winter. It’s a competition, see who can wear them longest.’
‘Alright,’ said Dan, and I boggled a bit, what if it gets cold? That’s just making life unpleasant. If they want competition, can’t they play poker or something?
Another update: For those concerned, I’ve posted a question on a forum about the black star on the tube. Maybe someone knows what I’m talking about. I also travelled on the Jubilee line today, no star. And no star at the other end of the Bakerloo train. So it may just be the last carriage of the Bakerloo trains.
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