Tags » Gah!
It’s absolutely sweltering, these days. Hot as all get out.
Our air-conditioning is broken upstairs, so my father’s implemented this complicated fanning system that’s supposed to vacuum/funnel the cool air from downstairs into the Hell that’s currently upstairs. 139 more words
sitting in a brighton café with your mum, comfortable in the knowledge that no one understands your language and discussing everything under the sun, only to be told half an hour later by the nondescript man at the next table that his mother was born in the country you’re from and that, while he has no working knowledge of the language, he’s quite good at understanding it –not so much your mum’s variety (dialect, since it’s you she was addressing) but definitely yours (semi standard, since you understand dialect but never really speak it). 45 more words