It's funny how I come from the tropics yet can't stand the heat. Britain is currently experiencing a heatwave. A British heatwave I hasten to add - that muggy, humid atmosphere and the distinct abscence of the sun.
After a miserable winter, people should really be happy about that. Normally, it's nothing but rain and cold strong winds.
In the office, there are 3 electric fans blowing hot air in full blast. I feel sticky, tired and lethargic. I want to go home and get under a cold and powerful shower. But alas, there is a lot to do. I'm trying not to think about the heat, but I can't concentrate. I want to take my clothes off and dip myself in a tub full of ice but I can't - not in a room full of geeks, anyhow. Won't be worth the effort! ;)
Thank goodness for Wimbledon. My discomfort pales in comparison when you see the soaking crowd on Centre Court - and that's just the spectators, who are literally melting as Andy Murray gives it his all to the delight of the British contingent.
Speaking of Wimbledon, I could murder some Kent strawberries and Cornish or Devon single cream....
