Summer has been nipping at my heels. Last weekend I emerged from my book-editing den and caught lime tree fluff in my eyelashes, used a moment at the traffic lights to tie the skirt of my dress into a knot to save it from the spokes. Come June, London swells and sulks. Every year, it is grey and soggy. Every year, we forget this.
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