Well someone's listening to me. It seems the Indian Summer Switch has been flicked to 'on' today. Thank you God and thank you jet stream. I threw off my coat and flung it over my shoulder like a casual stroller, basking in the warmth of the October sun.
Gary Lineker was off to Newbury to get more supplies, he said, as I clicked the front door closed behind me. I think he was intending tiles, grout and laminate flooring, rather than crisps.
"Alright mate," I said, without really thinking about it.
"So yeah, lock up after yourself won't you?" said Gary Lineker.
Cheek.
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