The Clean Dream (PM)

It really is no wonder, isn't it? New clothes are clean and fresh like so few of my actual clothes. And sometimes they smell really nice and you want to take that nice smell home with you too. It's a case of wanting to buy the clothes because you really want to buy a cleaner fresher way of life.
But like commenter Sarah says, nothing gold can stay. As soon as the clothes come home the clock starts ticking on their cleanliness and freshness because real life is not clean and fresh, it's a little bit grubby. It's not shop-soiled goods you have to worry about, in my world all the soiling happens at home. Gee, do I sound like a creep or what?

So check it out, the news in London is awash with stories about the heat wave that's coming over the next few days. Guess what the weather is going to be? 32 degrees!
HAHAHAHAHA!

Appleheart and I are going to take the opportunity to have a picnic in the park, as you can see from the picture of us above, where we are in the future having a picnic and being played by GOOP and her former husband. I know things are a  little chilly down south and I know how good I've got it, being able to sit in a park with exposed skin. So that's what I'm going to do. See you next week, Crab Friends.

Real cool and not too costly (PM)

Hey! Miguel told me a great story about Frosty Fruits the other day. It went like this: I ate this delicious thing the other day. Frosty Fruit have put out this new lemon, lime and bitters flavour. That’s what I ate.

Hang on, I guess that story wasn’t that great. But it did make me want to eat a lemon, lime and bitters Frosty Fruit, even though I think original is probably the best. The watermelon and pineapple one sounded promising but it is not as good as the OG. That ad for FF also made me want to eat a Frosty Fruit. They really just do not make ‘em like they used to.

Mostly though, I just want the heat to break. This morning while I was getting my  coffee everyone in the shop was so heat-spaced that I think I somehow caught their spaced outedness. I think that because as soon as I walked out with my coffee I fell off the kerb and stepped on my own toe really painfully. Who knew that was even possible.