Whatever summer we may have had seems to have gone. This evening I was so cold, I resorted to turning on the central heating.
After informing my Leeds-based friends of this, I was called a ‘soft southern bastard’ – even though I was born up north…
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The weather on Wednesday night was fecking horrible! I can honestly say that in the 38 years I have been on this planet, I have never lost so much sleep due to the heat. At one point, Claire - equally as overheated as me - gave up and went downstairs to our front room. The temperature on...
- You Call That A Storm?
I asked for a storm. This is what I got.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.
The thunder and lightning was very brief, and while the rain sounded heavy, I don't think it lasted long.
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Those at BBC Weather are liars. Here's proof.
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About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
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