Stop Being British

This one has been written one line at a time throughout the day, so may be a bit bitty and disjointed...
I've been enjoying the heat, even if no-one else is!
I'm even enjoying the ridiculous ways that people want to blame me for it being too hot for them to travel comfortably in their car.
But I have to say I'm not enjoying seeing the sweaty, under-dressed bodies that ooze their way out of the cars that arrive in our car park. My God, there are some unhealthily shaped bodies in existence in Britain these days, and there seems to be a real reluctance to cover them up with anything more than a crop top.
Today I am enjoying something I would never have considered possible - having the cricket commentary on in the background while I am doing some work in the office. My radio was still set to BBC Sport Extra after Wimbledon, and I have just found myself getting drawn into the slow-moving drama that is the last day of an England versus India Test match.
Sea swimming is glorious, but there have been rather alarming amounts of jellyfish spotted at my nearest beach! And they're not the tiny little bubbly ones, they are the proper 'looks like it could give me a sting' ones that have a purple ring around the top. I have found myself too fearful to venture into the surf, lest I end up with welts and pain.

RC 14-7-25