Heatwave

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Hot. Hot. Hot. London isn't meant to be hot, London is meant to be wet and cold. London is built to be wet and cold, with thin winding streets that keep out the wind and excellent draining. It is not built to be hot, as today proves.

Nearly boiled to death in the train, it was almost a half-hour late and packed full of people. It was like a really crowded sauna, only you couldn't take your clothes off or use a towel.

My room is hot, even with the window and door open, and my bunnies have curled up in a patch of sunlight and cannot be woken. No fics today people. Don't have time anyway, my friend Olga is coming round and we'll be playing D&D, probably while sunbathing on the balcony.

On the plus side, the heat's helping my period pains, I last took painkillers around 2am this morning, so I'm pretty sure they've worn off by now and I'm only vaguely discomforted.

Lazy day, it's too hot for anything else.

Now where's the suncream....

 

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