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23 daniel The summer is here and I don’t even have to remember bringing a cardigan to work or in the evenings. Sweltering isn’t really the word but more that exact temperature where it is absolutely nonexistent. Not one single thought is given to the weather so instead we have a lot more time to plan our summer months. Cornwall, Manchester, LA, Amsterdam, Budapest? 101 daniel terrace All breakfasts are eaten on our terrace with blasting music from downstairs and the sound of giggling from the neighbour kids. 6 broadway market One of these days happens to be a bank holiday and London is weirdly quiet and lively at the same time. People being confused whether to treat it like a Saturday or not as they stumble out on the streets, some daring to get drunk in the park whilst others detest the tumult that disturbs the ordinary stillness. 4 daniel Daniel and I walk down to Shoreditch which is so gentrified and barely recognisable from when I first moved here in 2011. Today I can’t afford a single piece of clothing from any of the stores there and too many yuppies, bankers and tourist take up the seats where you used to be able to buy a pint for under £3. Not that I was ever able to afford anything. I do like seeing the city evolving though. With tons of little boutiques and cafes, I just wish the prices wouldn’t rise with them. We talk about how we will have to move soon, it’s too expensive. South London is definitely tempting. 5 daniel God, he takes my breath away. Feeling a little better we head back home. 8 bbq Where our flatmates are having hell of a bbq, playing Ghanian and Nigerian music mixed with Jamaican. <3 7 bloody mary I’ve come across a new obsession of mine, and it’s a savoury little drink called bloody mary. So I figured it’s about time I learn how to be self efficient in this department as well, and voila! Tomato juice, tabasco, lime, paprika, salt, celery and vodka! 9 bbq The shade crept over our house as the sun set, us eating pasta sallad and hanging out. I have the best flatmates in the world. 12 Forwarding a couple of hours and we are nine people by a candlelit table by Regents Canal. It’s a gay cowboy (as he puts it) and boys awkwardly asking girls to be there girlfriends, another who recently had a heart attach and can’t drink and somebody else having drunk way too much. 1311 It’s not even cold but dark as the hearts of bouncers. The newly found lovers make out and pretend to be tired so they can go have sex whilst the rest of us take the double decker to some bar that sucks. Me and Wilma tell secrets in the bathroom and I can just think how much I have missed having girlfriends like these. London stinks of spillt beer and filth and that must be what dreams are made of or something, because it just feels so good.   Linn    

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