Shorts, tee and towel. Sweat from every pore (do NOT ask). My stomach roils, my head hurts. And I've realised Terry Pratchett's contribution to natural science and taxonomy.
I am a Troll.
Look it up. Terry says trolls' brains don't work too well at high or even normal temperatures. But send them to Alaska in mid-winter (or the Rimtops, as the case may be) and they start to sparkle and fizz. Is it a coincidence that I've been reading Colin Thubron's In Siberia?
And a pox on the friendly souls who make wisecracks about not being able to tell the difference.
3 comments:
fabulous! come to freezing boston come to freezing boston! :D
El Condor Pasa.
Or, yes I would, if I could. Though the Chilean Andes might be a better choice. (Chilling in Chile?)
J.A.P.
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