There's something really annoying with having a cold in the middle of the summer. Like really really annoying. It's like fate's way of telling me that "no, it's much better for you if you just stay inside and don't do anything at all". Not that I do stuff usually, but you know... sometimes I actually want to.
So what about England this time? Was it better or worse? It was better. So. Much. Better. Of course, I've done enough travelling for a lifetime, but it was still better. Exceeded all expectations. Hazaa!
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