It's summer time, the sun is out, and Alexa is dying. But not really.

Poor girl doesn't take well to this level of heat at all. She probably would have preferred to stay at home and cling onto the air conditioner while eating pretty much all the popsicles in the flat, but sadly they had run out of them. James - who had gotten himself a haircut - decided to take her down to the beach instead, where she spent most of the time fanning herself with one hand and trying to stop her bikini riding up her butt with the other. Strange that it should be so snug, she only bought it two months ago. Needless to say, she didn't enjoy it a great deal.

Although it was slightly harder to tell whether or not James was enjoying himself.