Sunlight has been in short supply this pissy, too-cool month of July in the London area. Yesterday the gunmetal sky over Docklands was spitting and stabbing at me as I wandered home from an extreme MSG blowout at a floating Chinese restaurant. This morning, nursing the resulting hangover and feeling the effects of previous afternoon's salt, fat, E621 and alcohol, I was heartened to see a few blessed rays angling my way. It's not set to last over the weekend, apparently. Bummer.
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