So, anyone up for some scary stories? I hear that's what people do around bonfires. I'll start... It was a bright, hot day in July... The insects sizzled (in every sense of that word, probably), and it was 40 degrees Celsius in shade, some time around 10AM. "This is how bacon must feel in a pan," Theo thought as she bravely ventured outside, clutching her bottle of water.
She never realised she would crawl back home only around 13PM.
A few kittens would be nice. Guests are fine, too [strike]I guess[/strike]. You can scratch peanut butter and replace it with chocolate. Maybe a stationary bike. I reckon that's about everything.