Hormonal havoc
I, for one, was delighted when this Indian summer ended. It was playing havoc with my hormones, which were jangling like the tormented tin cans on a wedding limousine every time I walked out of the office on to the heat-hushed streets to observe the splendidly contoured and the scantily clad, I mean pick myself up a sandwich or a soup.
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