nearly august blues?

It is nearly August which has traditionally (in the past 5 years) meant a hell of a lot of sunshine, Ibiza trips, beaching, drinking white wine and being generally fabulous. But this year it is nearly August and I have absolutely nothing to look forward to. There are no trips planned and as far as I can see it is going to be a month spent sitting in a freezing office on Tottenham Court Road while the rest of the EU runs off on holidays.

Damn it to hell what happened to the good old days?

The only one that will be happy about this is Roley because at least he will sort of have a playmate (apart from the travels to Estonia for work).

If anyone is feeling particularly bad for me, please feel free to send me some flowers or something.

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