“Why don’t you get a summer wardrobe?”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“It’s incredibly hot out, aren’t you going to get, well, incredibly hot?”
“A slightly warmer day is no excuse for me to inflict my legs on the capital, thank you very much.”
“You just tend to get a bit cranky when it’s hot out, especially when you’re wearing a jet black Rush t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
“No, YOU tend to get a bit cranky when it’s hot out, especially when YOU’RE wearing a jet black Rush t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Which I realises is slightly more of an edge case for you than it is me.”
“But just think, you can have half your t-shirts out now, and half saved for winter, so you get to wear them as if they were new. That means you won’t need to go shopping as often.”
“Well played. Points for knowing your audience, but no. Now pop the kettle on.”
“You can’t seriously want a cup of tea in this heat?”
“Look, my dad always said I’m like our car. I can’t go very fast and the body needs a lot of work, but also that when it’s hot you should put hot water in, otherwise it’s a shock to the system. So pop the kettle on. It’s just a bit warm out, not the bloody apocalypse.”
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