Sweat is good for the Pores

The girl who obsesses about weather has been having a hay-day this week.

I'm so excited to be hot. sweaty. sticky. IT FEELS SO LONG. This morning I thought I was going to melt on the way to work and the thought of it made me smile.

I didn't realise how much the weather in Belfast had had an effect on me. I was missing the heat!

And air con. It's great to also have air con. Because as much as I love the stickyness, I don't know how I would sleep.

My skin looks great. All the sweat is cleansing the pores and making me shimmer and shine. Who knew I could love shining so much?

Who knew that by Friday I would have run out of words that all I could write about was how I was enjoying the hot sticky weather?

Next thing you know I'll be going on about those crazy kids and their rock and roll. Their music is just too darn loud.

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