Too Hot To Eat

Yes, I know this is Britain, and such a headline sounds insane...but anyone who's here right now knows what I'm talking about. Summer used to be a nice gentle diet of disappointment and drizzle. You knew where you were with it. It was one of the things you could count on - queueing, pompousness, emotional repression, crap food, bankers in bowler hats, big red buses, the BBC and drizzle all through the Summer. That was what Britain was all about.

Yesterday, somebody apparently dropped Miami on us. One day of which - a Sunday of which - was all very well and lovely. The second day - a Monday stuck in offices, buses, tubes, and not to put too fine a point on it, clothes - is not fun. The idea of hot food sickens, the idea of doing a goddamn thing makes one cranky, one loathes the rest of the human race (even assuming that one didn't loathe them beforehand, which of course I generally tend to do). Tube rails and tarmac expand and slow down traffic, meaning you spend even longer with your face in a bunch of seriously sweaty pits. All in all, suddenly becoming Miami is not conducive to the British reputation for affability. So Miami can pretty much bog off back where it came from, frankly.

Or alternatively, I myself can bog off. Tomorrow's entry might be trickily timed, as I'm off to Brussels for the day. If I tell you I have no real idea why, you'll...well, if you've been with me a while, you'll know I'm telling you the truth. Some bunch of Belgians are launching...a thing. I don't know what it is, to be honest. All I know is that they offered to pay my Eurostar tickets there and back, and I've never been to Brussels, so I'm having some of that. Thing is, it means being out of the house about normal time, jumping on a train around 10ish, and then presumably not having internet access until I get back home - which might not be until midnight or thereabouts. So - if you don't hear from me tomorrow, don't panic - I haven't died of heatsroke, or thrown myself in a hole after a dreadful weigh-in result, I'm schlepping about in Western Europe doing something I don't understand. Pretty much par for the course, really.

Blood this morning was 5.2, so - abbbsolutely nothing newsworthy there. Here's to escaping the heat tomorrow.