On not-melting

Love, love, love my office - despite 28 degrees and strong sunshine outside I haven't even needed the electric fan yet. There's a steady breeze coming through the window, and as my window faces outwards towards some rooftops there's no traffic noise either. This morning there was just the birdsong (but just the right amount, no cacophony).

Yes, it's still hot. Hot hot hot. I managed to burn myself by taking a walk on Sunday (slightly hung-over from Saturday's dancing in Malmö with L and J I couldn't bother with sun screen, it was only for half an hour or so and at 3.30pm, I reasoned). I actually got tanmarks on my back from my pony tail where it was resting in the middle of my back. It looks incredibly stupid. Anyway, also burned my upper arms so I'm quite itchy and trying to avoid the sun. This is surprisingly/disturbingly/depressingly easy when you're working. I spent all last night inside cleaning the flat, which disturbed me because of its high domestic score but was quite neccessary - M returns on Wednesday and it was my turn (last week).

The cleaning spur could also be related to me finding a rather large centipede crawling around outside the bathroom yesterday morning - it was quite cute and unscary, but I was in a hurry so I had to kill it :(
Logically I don't think centipedes pop up because you haven't vacuumed for two and a half weeks but hell, it worked as an incentive.