It’s 27 degrees outside (that’s Celsius, btw – don’t ask me what it is in Farenheit) and not much cooler indoors. This is madness for May weather. It’s not so bad at the weekends when I can just sit outside on my balcony and not do much (okay, not do anything), but getting to work and back tomorrow is going to be a nightmare. London transport is not built for hot weather. Just thinking about it depresses me.
Anyway, I finished reading the new Sookie Stackhouse. It’s a longer book than I expected it to be – not sure if that’s necessarily a good thing. One thing I’ve noticed about Charlaine Harris is that she’s not afraid to take irrevocable decisions with her characters and plots. I’m trying to figure out if that’s a good or bad thing.
That’s all I’m going to say at the moment – it’s too hot to actually think.