There were thunderstorms here in the south west on Monday night – and pretty dramatic they were too.

I thought they might clear the air, reduce the humidity and make life a bit less clammy.  But alas, our Galileo thermometer has stubbornly sat with all of its balls down, which means it’s hot, damn hot, in fact it’s Copa Cabana hot.  Did I mention it was muggy.

It’s this flat, its insulation is inverted – in the summer it’s the equivalent of an oven, in winter we move onto full on Artic survival mode, wishing for a ball to float up.  Just one – that’s all we need.

The fan is still following me around like it’s my best friend, but with Mr ShoeThatAlwaysFits being home again, I have to share – It’s a nightmare.  We have to have it in the middle, so that both of us can feel the cooling effects – that’s a hard compromise to swallow.  I’ll share just about anything with him, but the lovingly circulated cool air – that should be mine first and foremost.  His body being bigger has a more efficient cooling system, so I should get the lion’s share of the cool air.  That’s not selfishness, it’s biology.

The sunshine is still a wonderful thing, but I long for a bit of a breeze, something to make us all a bit more comfortable.  And something that makes you less self conscious when you hug – at the moment it’s very much an eugh moment and I find myself quoting Blackadderisms, “Sticky the stick insect got stuck on a sticky bun”.

The office is a wonderful assortment of aromas too, sweat, feet and nerdy-types over-compensating on the deodorant front are not a pleasant mixture when you work in a recycled air environment.

So, although it’s summer and I’m loving it, just send the breeze my way.