It's over 90, impossibly close and oppressive - I'm playing for storms - there is a very real chance that the royal birth may be heralded by thunder, lightening and hail - we all love a bit of biblical fun, please make it so.
Went to work, very depressing. I'm going to be the only one in this week. I may 'find things to do' at home. Found it almost impossible to get motivated today. My main achievement was looking up the times and prices for Edward II at the National Theatre in October - we all need something to look forward to.
I had to go over to the kennels to re-write the cheque I gave them last week - I managed to fill it out wrong - it being the first cheque I've written in years, I had real difficulty remembering how to do it, and how to write my signature.
The whole Royal Baby thing is really starting to piss me off - I suppose it is 'silly season' - but I'm at saturation point now - the rest of the world must be looking on and laughing.
Depressing piece with the Prime Minister on the radio about Internet porn, he clearly has no idea what he's talking about and is a patronising twat, pandering to the Daily Mail and ignoring the research. Heralding an 'innovation' that has already been in action for at least 5 years isn't very clever. Parents are responsible for their children - you tell your kids not to play in the road, mess with fire and matches, so why can't you take responsibility for all the internet ready devices in your home. God forbid you should actually TALK to your kids, just blame someone else for your own fecklessness.
The heat doesn't work for me, my dad hated it too - he used to get sunburn and sunstroke - unusual for a Spaniard. I've never understood the British obsession with skin bronzing and burning.