When The Fun Stopped

Despite feeling as rough as a bag of sandpaper, I did manage to get logged on to work.

I worked.  I even achieved some good things.  

But it was too hot.  26°C when I logged in at work - before 8 this morning - and that despite all the windows being open all night.  The temperature went up and I noticed that I was not being my usual kind self on the telephone.  

When it gets up to 28°C in your fully shuttered office, you're not working - you're being cooked.

On the plus side I managed a couple of hours sleep last night.  I was in bed at 11, read for a bit and then about 11:30 that was me gone for 2 hours. Fell asleep again around 2 and slept until 5 - after that it's a lottery if you can get back to sleep - lots of neighbours go to work just after 5.  They have big cars.