Heat wave in the fair city of Cardiff

It's too darn hot.... And my brain has turned to porridge, which is patriotic but not very useful. Of course it's preferable to driving rain and sullen grey skies, but there is no pleasing me.

I have to go to the gym and do lots more laundry. If I could swan about looking gorgeous it would be fun. Maybe even drink cocktails and misbehave, but I don't drink. It's bad for me. But I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.