It's warm in London for once, properly warm. This is to be welcomed of course. Unfortunately, I'm a bit out of practice with heat, as it's been grey and cool in the capital for about forty months or so. This is why I forgot until after I'd turned in last night that the only fan I own was in the loft. Being bone idle, I couldn't summon up enough enthusiasm to clamber up there and fetch it, which meant I got a wretched night's sleep - absolutely wretched.
Today has dragged something diabolical; I won't lie to you. I've done very little. My knee hurts and the soles of my feet and my hip have jumped on the bandwagon too. This isn't helping my resolve. Please, please make it stop.
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