Early hours, Monday

There is a thunder storm nearby. It's raining outside, sometimes heavy, sometimes not, and in the distance there are rumbles of thunder sadly becoming quieter and less frequent.

I fear that unless the storm returns and we have the full electrical extravaganza, this humidity will simply get worse, and less bearable. If it's like this out here in Whetstone, some 12 miles from the centre of London, God only knows what it will be like in town tomorrow. Humidity is one thing; humidity in a major city quite another. There is nothing quite like the intermix of traffic pollution, heat, damp, stagnant air and sunlight reflected back from steel, glass and concrete.

I shall sleep with the fan on again tonight. The direction of the rain keeps changing, so I can't leave the bedroom windows open wide as I'd like. The smell of damp curtains and rain-splashed carpet is not the most welcome of things to wake up to. Of course, if the storm was directly overhead, the rain would be falling vertically, and I should be able to bask in the vague cross current of air between the rooms without fear of the dampness entering.

Oh well, to bed, I guess.

I believe Monday is Labor Day in the US. Enjoy your day off. I am envious. But then I only have a week to go before I'm on holiday for a whole six days (excluding weekends!), so I guess I can fend off the green-eyed beastie until then.

Early hours, Monday

There is a thunder storm nearby. It's raining outside, sometimes heavy, sometimes not, and in the distance there are rumbles of thunder sadly becoming quieter and less frequent.

I fear that unless the storm returns and we have the full electrical extravaganza, this humidity will simply get worse, and less bearable. If it's like this out here in Whetstone, some 12 miles from the centre of London, God only knows what it will be like in town tomorrow. Humidity is one thing; humidity in a major city quite another. There is nothing quite like the intermix of traffic pollution, heat, damp, stagnant air and sunlight reflected back from steel, glass and concrete.

I shall sleep with the fan on again tonight. The direction of the rain keeps changing, so I can't leave the bedroom windows open wide as I'd like. The smell of damp curtains and rain-splashed carpet is not the most welcome of things to wake up to. Of course, if the storm was directly overhead, the rain would be falling vertically, and I should be able to bask in the vague cross current of air between the rooms without fear of the dampness entering.

Oh well, to bed, I guess.

I believe Monday is Labor Day in the US. Enjoy your day off. I am envious. But then I only have a week to go before I'm on holiday for a whole six days (excluding weekends!), so I guess I can fend off the green-eyed beastie until then.