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Urgle...

Power cut at 10.45 last night lasted until around 12.15 am. Just an hour and a half, but in the dark with no fan in this heat was intolerable. Too hot to sleep, too dark to do anything.

Well, almost.

And to add to the fun, it was one of those nights that didn't really cool down. I was still warm at 4am and 5 am. Not bakingly hot but warm, so that means the temperatures will be commensurately higher today. I think in all I may have managed about 31/2 hours sleep. It's not enough; I shall be dead on my feet in the office today.

And my forearms ache.

Even lizards must be getting bored with this weather. It's not even August yet. I should have bought that really big fan that tempted me during the toaster hunt on Tuesday...

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Urgle...

Power cut at 10.45 last night lasted until around 12.15 am. Just an hour and a half, but in the dark with no fan in this heat was intolerable. Too hot to sleep, too dark to do anything.

Well, almost.

And to add to the fun, it was one of those nights that didn't really cool down. I was still warm at 4am and 5 am. Not bakingly hot but warm, so that means the temperatures will be commensurately higher today. I think in all I may have managed about 31/2 hours sleep. It's not enough; I shall be dead on my feet in the office today.

And my forearms ache.

Even lizards must be getting bored with this weather. It's not even August yet. I should have bought that really big fan that tempted me during the toaster hunt on Tuesday...

Just a grumble. Carry on, chaps.

Today is going to be a real swine to get through. I am just about to have my third coffee of the morning – in fact I am seriously thinking about wandering out to Starbucks and buying something with enough caffeine to give me heart palpitations.

Suffice it to say that I am tired – bone weary tired. After the power cut was over last night, even with the fan blaring away it never got cool, just less warm. There was no decent thunderstorm, just a brief spattering of rain, enough to ramp up the humidity levels a notch further.

I am sick of it. I got the joke weeks ago and it’s not funny any more. Roll on the autumn (but that's two months away).

The hot weather is causing tempers to fray, too. People are sullen and offhand and quick to take offence for the merest hint of a sleight even where one was clearly not intended. It won’t be long before there’s a good old fist fight out on Victoria Street, or around one of the tube stations (though the intense heat on some of the lines, particularly the Victoria Line may militate against this).

Now I am as placid a fellow as you could hope to meet as a rule, and even I am liable to get snarky over the most pointlessly inconsequential of things at the moment, particularly if there is even the merest hint of dehydration. The upshot is that I really don’t want to deal with any of our ‘stakeholders’ on the phone for fear of a sarcasm overflow. At least when writing I can edit my words, but verbally, my idiot filter is clogged up and not likely to work properly again until after I have had a long night’s sleep, which in itself looks to remain unlikely until the temperatures drop a considerable number of degrees for a prolonged period. I really envy ellefurtle’s magical ability to doze off at the drop of a hat.

Just a grumble. Carry on, chaps.

Today is going to be a real swine to get through. I am just about to have my third coffee of the morning – in fact I am seriously thinking about wandering out to Starbucks and buying something with enough caffeine to give me heart palpitations.

Suffice it to say that I am tired – bone weary tired. After the power cut was over last night, even with the fan blaring away it never got cool, just less warm. There was no decent thunderstorm, just a brief spattering of rain, enough to ramp up the humidity levels a notch further.

I am sick of it. I got the joke weeks ago and it’s not funny any more. Roll on the autumn (but that's two months away).

The hot weather is causing tempers to fray, too. People are sullen and offhand and quick to take offence for the merest hint of a sleight even where one was clearly not intended. It won’t be long before there’s a good old fist fight out on Victoria Street, or around one of the tube stations (though the intense heat on some of the lines, particularly the Victoria Line may militate against this).

Now I am as placid a fellow as you could hope to meet as a rule, and even I am liable to get snarky over the most pointlessly inconsequential of things at the moment, particularly if there is even the merest hint of dehydration. The upshot is that I really don’t want to deal with any of our ‘stakeholders’ on the phone for fear of a sarcasm overflow. At least when writing I can edit my words, but verbally, my idiot filter is clogged up and not likely to work properly again until after I have had a long night’s sleep, which in itself looks to remain unlikely until the temperatures drop a considerable number of degrees for a prolonged period. I really envy ellefurtle’s magical ability to doze off at the drop of a hat.