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I enjoyed reading it very much, I would wonder what Moomamu would make of our constant chatter about the weather, because its bloody cold in Hounslow. I can still taste the cold coconut milk yet don't understand why Brazilians love cheese in everything, they also have some fine coffee but have not worked out how to make a cappuccino without powdered gunk in it and don't get me started on what happens when you ask for an English tea or coffee.

"Weather? A hurricane here and there, sure, but this isn't weather. The great shifting tides of space radiation and waves of solar rays that would burn your flesh right off your bones. Now that's weather!" Moomamu said as a cool breeze passed over his bare skin. "It is a bit cold though. Anybody have a jumper?"