One Without the Other

I love the warmer weather that's hit us here in the UK.

It is fab-u-lous!

My windows are open (all day and night), the birds are singing, its light until nearly eight in the evening (not much to brag about yet but wait till Summer) and I've even got my legs out (definitely NOT something to brag about now - at present they look like two pints of skimmed milk BUT by the end of Summer they will look like two pints of Jersey Cream and that WILL BE something to brag about)  I think I love that the most.

What I don't love and can't stand are the chavs.

Puny, porcelain white, pigeon chested, scrawny young men strutting around the place like they are an Adonis.  Or - and this really makes me grit my teeth - driving around in suspension lowered cars, with a sound system worth more than the car blaring some awful noise that masquerades as music topless.  Classy boys.  Very classy.  Boy do us gals fancy you.

If only I could have one without the other.