If your having a bad day, think of a T-Rex trying to make a bed
A warm day in London meant two things for me: long walks and cold pints.
I walked everywhere and with anyone when the temps broke the 25 degree Celsius mark ( that’s around 77 Fahrenheit ). Family, friends and colleagues were forced into marches across the city with me as I refused any type of moving vehicle as a mode of transportation.
The carrot at the end of the stick was always a cold pint. However, the hardest part was deciding the pub.
It was always a hard decision but if a pub had a…