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[smokingboot]

...And oh how they've missed me! Everyone likes the summerboot, no-one wants to hear me bang on about Florence. They just want to stare, say nice things and complain about the sweltering conditions in the studio. Except one. I forgot just how affectionate everybody is here. One Who Shall Remain Nameless came over, kissed me full on the lips and ran off. By no means a hugely inappropriate tongue wrestle, but certainly a scud. I am a bit surprised, as I think he guessed from the way I backed off and nearly fell into the newly refurbished fishtank. My first casualty and I'm nowhere near the tech. Welcome back, Dextro Damsel.

I love the smell of bust air-con in the morning; It's the smell of desperation.

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[load-of-flannel.livejournal.com]

I love florence me.

Its bloomin marvellous.

Did ye get round the Uffizi (takes a couple of days to do properly I think)?

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

We did the Uffizi but we didn't do it justice...you're right, that would easily take a couple of days, we spent an afternoon there.

But I shall return!