Gosh, it's just so terribly hot in London this week, I'm on the point of not being able to function. Not least because I have to wear a suit in which I rock up rather fresh in the morning and then drag myself home in the evening looking like someone's dropped a stone-baked pizza on a table cloth. I've constantly got the wicked witch of the wild, wild west going 'I'm meeeeeeeelting' in my head as I mosey along in search of something to refresh my parched craw.
We're just not built for this kind of weather, the British. It's like a sustained nuclear attack, I feel like I'm going to catch skin cancer looking out of the window, or burn to a cinder if I step out of the shade for more than 4 seconds.
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