The definition of an English summer is two hot days and a thunder storm. We're now on our third hot day and , quite frankly, I've had enough. I'm not built for hot weather and my brother says I'm so white that I dazzle traffic if I walk by a road. He says I tan from blue to white. I have two settings in the sun, the normal white and lobster red. I don't do lovely golden like the rest of the population. Ah well. Here is another Aesop's Fable. This time the fox and the grapes.
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