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Summer has arrived and there’s actually a heat wave in the UK. There hasn’t been one in years. Typical.
It should get me down. I mean, a hot August was always the highlight of my year—but now that I’m getting pretty used to the nightlife, and taking animal blood without puking, I can handle having a summer-less existence. Especially as it means that I’ll be going home soon. Well, as long as I can cut out human blood altogether.
But I will. I’m certain of it.
In the meantime, though, Kate and I have really improved the house. It’s still a shithole, just not a complete shithole. We’ve swept and dusted every room, scraped the broken plaster and wallpaper off the walls. The kitchen now has a table and an even bigger fridge and freezer. Catching animals is difficult, so freezing blood is
