Monday, 10 August 2020

I could fry an egg on my buttocks


Hot today, no?

I feel far too sweaty, clammy, uncomfortable, confused, exhausted, overheated and weary to compose a long, considered blog posting. I’m not complaining, by the way, I’m loving it. I don’t see how I can moan about being cold and depressed in February, then moan again about being too warm in August. I know I’m British, but I still refuse to act like it. I get sick of people who sound like Goldilocks when it comes to our climate – constantly bitching that ‘it’s too hot’, ‘if only it were TWO DEGREES cooler’, ‘I like snow, but not snow that lays on the ground, that annoys me’. Shut up and deal with it or emigrate.


RC 10-8-20

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