I'm tempted to issue a disclaimer to this post. WTF, this is my diary. Today has been officially London's - although not the UK's - hottest ever day.
I decided to take the day off - slight hiatus at work due to pending holiday. The garden, even the back, northerly garden was baking. The drive outside the South Wing of the cottage was almost unbearable. I have gone around touching radiators, convinced that freak occurrence has brought the central heating on. I have kept the front curtains shut all day. I am sweating in my back room. The heat rises from the carpet. the bathroom, wherein lives the boiler is technically a sauna.
And I haven't drunk enough liquid!
