Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did Summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Actually, no it was not. As pointed out by our good friend above, the lovely Summer is leaving on a jet plane to attend that beautiful young person's paradise Ibiza.
When I was a nipper a summer retreat would involve cutting my little feet on the cruel beaches of Mablethorpe, before enjoying a questionable diseased fish supper and spending all my shrapnel on fortune tellers that smell of gin and regret, not swanning around a sun kissed paradise to the tones of "dancing music".
But I suppose that's just me.
Summer, I and the camera operatives here at CP bid you a very fond farewell. Your happy presence and intoxicating joie de vivre will be greatly missed.
I have to go now I have something in my eye.
As Ever,
Bob
good luck summer with ibiza. you will be difficult to replace. (im sure bob is working on a replacement right now)