It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Puddle

I can't tell you how cold it was on the sea front. Long johns were not enough. The wind was howling across the Irish sea. Our Blip buddies* in Ireland must be freeeeezzzing. 

A little earlier, Monica had had enough and was heading for the fish and chip shop.

*(Polaroid pals?) Ho ho.

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