Fickle English Summers

Still stiff, sore, aching and sunburnt from yesterday's 'relaxing' in the park, yet I find myself out here once again. I dunno, I feel like a cat these days, soaking up as much sun as possible whenever I get the chance. I think it's the whole 'English summer' thing; we don't get a lot of sun so we learn to make the most of the little we get and painful consequences be damned!

It's not quite summer holidays yet so I'm hoping to avoid teenagers by coming out here during school hours. Unfortunately, the kind of teenagers that were bothering me yesterday didn't strike me as the type to be going to college and seemed slightly too old to still be at school. Fingers (carefully) crossed I don't see them today, but rest assured I will keep you updated if I do.

Later:

Fickle English summers got the best of me again. Tricked me into going out into the sun and then got all cold and windy on me! It's just not on. Also didn't manage to get much writing done as the right wrist is being stubbornly adamant that it doesn't actually like being attached to my arm. On that note, I'm going to stop writing this now and go throw my wrist in the freezer or something...