Thursday, June 12, 2003

My god, how hot does it have to be before we explode into a puddle of flesh and sweat? 8.30 this morning and I am crawling to class in a mist of my own overheating. Our dearly beloved landlady switched our heating onto full as well - is she sane? Who cares? I'm finally leaving Siena on Saturday having been here for about two minutes - can I fit the Campo in my suitcase? Sadly no. England should build one and generally have nice people in it.

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