It’s the hottest day of the year.
28 degrees Celsius and it's September—in Ireland.
I pop into Tesco—folks in shorts and not much else buy ice lollies and cold drinks.
Standard.
We quite happily bunk off work for 18 degrees and partly cloudy.
Then I spot him.
The greedy bastard
Yes, that’s right.
Santa crashed the joint.
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