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It's only frelling June, and I'm already praying for Winter again. It would help if Britain actually had discernible seasons this year, rather than 'bloody freezing' and 'brain-meltingly hot'. What happened to the slow increase in temperature throughout Spring? I admit that it's nice to wake up early in the morning to sunlight, but when it's this hot I can't sleep at night, can't stay awake during the day, and am unable to do anything that involves fast movement. Or any movement. Or even sitting still, apparently.
At least it's not as bad as last year. This time in 2005 I'd spent the majority of a week feeling lethargic, light-headed and dizzy because of the heat. As I suspected dehydration, I'd been drinking lots of water in lieu of coke, which then resulted in caffeine/sugar withdrawal. I remember having my first sip of coke in about a week and getting a massive sugar rush as a result. Can't win either way. But so far this year, so good.
I have a horrible feeling it's only going to get warmer, though. I remember surviving perfectly well in the middle of a heatwave in Crete about three years ago, when it was about 42oC at its highest peak. The difference was it was dry heat, without the overpowering humidity we get here.
I was half-awake for the thunder this morning (THUNDER YAY!) and I was hoping a storm might clear the air, but alas, no. If anything, the humidity has got worse, to the point where I could barely breathe earlier. I suppose I should be glad I don't get hayfever, or the summer would be even more unbearable.
Mum and David are flying off to Turkey for two weeks later today. I am very jealous. I need a holiday. It's not looking likely until about next Easter, though (our five-yearly regular trip to EuroDisney), or the summer. Paul and I will be saving a tenner a week each from the moment we move into the flat, and that should be ample money for a holiday come next June... Or so I hope. Because seriously, if I don't go somewhere soon, I'm going to go completely stir crazy.
Anyway. Weekend, I suppose. ( Cut for length. )
I've booked 23rd and 26th June off as annual leave so I can have a long weekend, so that should at least break up the tedium of my HORRIBLE journey to work when I'm not getting a lift partway.
We are officially moving on 17th June. Except I'm not, because I'm house-sitting to water plants and such. At least I get to watch whatever television I like. I should be moving myself in when mum and David are back from their holiday. So in reality I'm moving in about 2-3 weeks or so. I should be more excited, but due to the rubbish timing of it all and the fact that the moving date has been ongoing for so long, I'll just be bloody relieved more than anything else.
In any case, I'll be internetless for a while (does anyone care? No? Didn't think so...) until we get that sorted out, which'll be after a month or so when we're sure what money is left over after bills and food. When I am internetful again, however, I will be posting lots of photographs. I can access LJ at work (obviously), so will be sending invites via that and email for our flat warming, whenever it will be. After boxes are unpacked and breakables are hidden, I presume...
I have tons of work to do, so I'll sign this one off.
At least it's not as bad as last year. This time in 2005 I'd spent the majority of a week feeling lethargic, light-headed and dizzy because of the heat. As I suspected dehydration, I'd been drinking lots of water in lieu of coke, which then resulted in caffeine/sugar withdrawal. I remember having my first sip of coke in about a week and getting a massive sugar rush as a result. Can't win either way. But so far this year, so good.
I have a horrible feeling it's only going to get warmer, though. I remember surviving perfectly well in the middle of a heatwave in Crete about three years ago, when it was about 42oC at its highest peak. The difference was it was dry heat, without the overpowering humidity we get here.
I was half-awake for the thunder this morning (THUNDER YAY!) and I was hoping a storm might clear the air, but alas, no. If anything, the humidity has got worse, to the point where I could barely breathe earlier. I suppose I should be glad I don't get hayfever, or the summer would be even more unbearable.
Mum and David are flying off to Turkey for two weeks later today. I am very jealous. I need a holiday. It's not looking likely until about next Easter, though (our five-yearly regular trip to EuroDisney), or the summer. Paul and I will be saving a tenner a week each from the moment we move into the flat, and that should be ample money for a holiday come next June... Or so I hope. Because seriously, if I don't go somewhere soon, I'm going to go completely stir crazy.
Anyway. Weekend, I suppose. ( Cut for length. )
I've booked 23rd and 26th June off as annual leave so I can have a long weekend, so that should at least break up the tedium of my HORRIBLE journey to work when I'm not getting a lift partway.
We are officially moving on 17th June. Except I'm not, because I'm house-sitting to water plants and such. At least I get to watch whatever television I like. I should be moving myself in when mum and David are back from their holiday. So in reality I'm moving in about 2-3 weeks or so. I should be more excited, but due to the rubbish timing of it all and the fact that the moving date has been ongoing for so long, I'll just be bloody relieved more than anything else.
In any case, I'll be internetless for a while (does anyone care? No? Didn't think so...) until we get that sorted out, which'll be after a month or so when we're sure what money is left over after bills and food. When I am internetful again, however, I will be posting lots of photographs. I can access LJ at work (obviously), so will be sending invites via that and email for our flat warming, whenever it will be. After boxes are unpacked and breakables are hidden, I presume...
I have tons of work to do, so I'll sign this one off.
