Too hot.
Sweating just typing. Not good when have no shower.
Walked into work. Canny lass that she is, Melissa had pre-booked a day off. Canny, that lass of mine.
Boiled alive in work, Melissa picked me up at 4pm, we went home to see what the builders had accomplished today. Quite a bit, it turns out. The walls have all been bonded ready for skimming with plaster, hopefully tomorrow. Floor boards have been tentatively been booked for next Monday evening, then we're almost there (we're not, really). Very exciting.
Naturally we barbecued again this evening. My lower intestine is ready to give up. The weather has unfortunately held out and it's still baking hot. As the ceiling fan has died I've had to clean and dust the standing fan we gave to Mel's brother to stop him cooking in his own skin while he was working in the lean to building. It was covered in brick dust and other shite.
Melissa is in bed catching up with Hollyoaks and I'm going to head downstairs to the cooler (literally and metaphysically) living room to watch Louie, a comedy show starring Louis CK.
Tomorrow we're due rain and everything else that typically accompanies a British summer.
Here's hoping!
