It was roasting hot at 10.15 on Sunday night. I sat in the darkening garden with Toots and The Maytals' Funky Kingston drifting through the kitchen window. It was one of those fleeting but near perfect moments. Now, a day later (at the time of typing) it's clouded over and looks like rain. Thirty six hour summer. Sing it Toots.
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Sunshine here today and the storm's freshened everything up, so this is perfect.
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