Heat. Hot. Sticky. Close. Sweaty. Stinking hot.
Not everyone’s week has started off the best. Lack of sleep due to the (not so) mini heat wave hitting the UK seems to be bringing out the worst in everyone. Bob is grumbling about how it was too warm to actually clear out the weeds from the flower beds this weekend. Jean may have reached her breaking point. She has stopped her silent treatment and is arguing with anyone who says anything. The whistling workman across the street got the worst of it after she shouted “IT’S. BEEN. FOUR. F**KING. WEEKS. WITH. YER. WHISTING. SHIT. THIS. IS. A. NEIGBOURHOOD. NOT. A. CONCERT. HALL” We’re almost ready to suggest she start getting larger mugs of her special tea. Cheryl is clearly sleeping in A/C. She’s arrived in a well pressed dressed today, her hair in perfect position and her makeup smudge free. We have not asked about her weekend and she’s read the room and decided to keep quiet for the day. Send ice and all the fans.
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