Okay, I know it's a cliché, talking about weather, but it is bloody hot here. For London, before everyone who lives somewhere genuinely boiling chirps up. London, the stuffy, boiling, no-air-con city of heat.
I'm knackered, after my performance of the night before. So I would have slept better, music and all that, last night. But it didn't drop below 20c all night. And it's going to hit 32 today. I bet most of London didn't sleep last night. It's not even like there's a breeze. I was stuck in that world of not being comfy, getting frustrated at not sleeping, all that. Reckon everyone's the same.
I might have to go bac to mine and break out some proper shorts, not just the footy ones I keep here for the purposes of modesty when wandering around the flat.
I know it's a stupid thing to say, but it was almost worth it all just to spend some time with John. Hopefully today our schedule includes lazing about in the park, heading to the Yard briefly, lunch out somewhere, maybe going to mine to fetch some clothes. It's not a bad life, I tell you.
And we're due thunderstorms, hail and possibly tornados tonight...(not proper tornados. Little UK ones)