Hot hot heat

No, that's not how fast I was going; because if it was I would've a) been using my phone illegally while driving, and b) I probably wouldn't be writing this because that wall is *awfully* close.

Truth be told, that's the temperature that my car was reading when I got home this evening at around half six. Holy crappola! That's this evening?! What the hell was it registering during the day?! The answer to that is that I don't know, but I'm damned sure there aren't enough digits on the display to show it, whatever it was.

So what I'm, trying to say is that it's pretty darn hot in London today. I was down to my metaphorical bra and panties in the office today, although it must be said that as I was wearing a wifebeater and had greased up with rather a lot of suntan lotion, I probably looked a little look a rogue male stripper quietly biding his time until WOOSH, he catches some unsuspecting lady unawares.

But unlike a lot of other Londoners, I ain't having a winge. I'm loving this heat wave, and it's going to be a shame if the weather forecasts have got it right and we're going to have severe storms tomorrow. Hang on - storms!? I love a good storm. And on the plus side the rain will wash the bird poo off my car (how is it they can consistently land direct hits on such a small car anyway? I mean, really, what's that all about?).

So storms, yeah - bring it on!