Plum Sykes is the author of ‘Party Girls Die in Pearls’ (£14.99, Bloomsbury)When I think of British summers, my mind shoots straight to sunny Sundays in London.
After reading the papers cover to cover with a solid fry-up of proper bacon (not the pure fat streaky bacon of America, where I now live) and a decent sausage, we would lounge around the house.
My husband Chris [O’Dowd] would watch some kind of sport, while I pottered, Radio 4 making me chuckle, the sun blazing through the windows.
At some point my phone would start pinging with texts from friends, deciding which park we should all head to for some fun.What I miss most about those summers is the freedom of being able to walk to the corner shop and buy cheap but reasonable wine, then.
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