Today we were almost certain we would be bathing in the glorious hot water not all that dissimilar to a steaming Icelandic natural spring, but then we were almost certain of that yesterday, Monday, last Thursday, the week before that, and forever and ever as far as my memory will allow me to think without it hurting.
Tonight Johnny Flush is due to come by and tightrope walk his way out of the kitchen window with a sack of bricks on his back, but instead of admitting the impossibility of this, he'd rather take his glorified assistant to court...
Lido closes at 7pm today.
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