Sunday

Did i ever mention I'm not good with the heat?

Yesterday was schorchio at 31 degrees, today was less hot - in a direct way - but occasionally muggy, overcast, and very oppressive, threatening thunder and deeply malevolent. I can't stand being hot - this, accompanied by my exhaustion, resulted in me 'not having a very good day' and feeling pretty unwell - fell asleep in a chair at lunch time and felt really ill all afternoon - I'm staggeringly tired - supposed to be working today, but not doing a very good impression. A lot of staring blankly at a screen.

Work has been great recently - but the downside of working on about 20 things at once - t that you get very, very tired. My head is - in common parlance - fucked. Aside from this, I had a fairly traumatic couple of days dealing with the fallout of a friends serious illness, which was traumatic, to say the least.

I'll be allright this week because I'm working at home until Wednesday - but I'm very behind already - and hoping to move into the studio this week. I'm busy all next weekend for 3 days - then back at work again. Apparently I look well - I don't feel it.

I learned today that you should never put feather pillows into a washing machine.

My neighbours had another barbeque last night - not in the barbie area at the top of their garden, the purpose built terrace - raised up - with great views and seating area that the previous owner built - but right outside their kitchen door - so they don't have to bother with the steps, and so that the acrid smell of burnt flesh ( he can't cook ) billows over the fence and into my house. I just don't understand the point of a barbeque - where it would be quicker and easier to just hand the food out of the kitchen window - I regularly see them on tiny balconies on apartments in London and Brighton - there isn't usually enough room to get more than 2 people onto the balcony and I suspect that they are only ever used once - and then just sit there - forgotten, filled with cold ash and coals... and rancid pork fat.

I have acquired a very expensive and posh sonic toothbrush  - call it a medical trial, it's very strange and even the instructions state that it will take a while to get used to. I'll let you know how I get on. I am regularly informed that I am brushing my teeth too hard - or not hard enough, or too often, or in the wrong way - I'll probably get this wrong too.

too tired to form any strong views about Julian Assange - do I think he's a rapist? No, but I do think he's a total narcissist - and some people think that's much worse - or at the very least - just as bad.

New people have moved into a house behind me ( the one with chickens ) and they look EXACTLY like the people who just moved out.

Have been watching classic '50s Sci Fi B Movies in bed all week - it's the only thing keeping me sane.