Baking in Brentwood
Crikey it's hot here in England's garden today and it's expected to get hotter. The BBC is forecasting five days of blistering weather here in Essex rising to 31 degrees C on Tuesday. If I was still living in Manchester I'd be experiencing rain today – it's like a different world.
Thankfully my working conditions are much better than they were a year ago. Back then we lived in West Finchley in a flat above a shop. It got ridiculously hot in there, especially as I worked from a pretty small room that heated up rather quickly.
Thankfully I'm working in a much larger room now and our new flat boasts some better airflow thanks to having balcony doors we can open. It makes a huge difference. As does my new monitor – which I got for health reasons yet can now enjoy a payoff as it doesn't pump out heat like my CRT did.
My beloved L is out in the heat today, she's gone for a day trip to her old Uni stomping grounds in Wolverhampton – enjoying a day trip before she started her new permanent job on Monday. I'm just about coping here thanks to an electric fan, but if it gets any hotter I'm going to have to find a way of working via a cold shower.
It's my Irish DNA you see, it's really not designed for hot weather at all. I certainly struggled in Los Angeles last month and if it wasn't for the proliferation of air conditioning there I'd have been in real trouble. I did have plans to go out and shop today but having been out in almost blindingly hot conditions at 10am this morning I think I'll wait a while.
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30/06/06 @ 13:44
I thought Kent was Englands Garden. Does that make Essex something more like Englands Urinal?
30/06/06 @ 13:50
I stand corrected. Though it's just as well L isn't here. She gets genuinely offended by people making stereotypical comments about her home county.
30/06/06 @ 14:02
The thing about stereotypes is that they have a basis in reality more often than not. I used to live 6 miles from Harlow, which was full of be-tracksuited chavs before there even were chavs. The most popular sport at the Harvey Centre was teenage mum pushchair racing
30/06/06 @ 14:15
Keep digging that hole mate.
30/06/06 @ 15:44
I'm only digging a hole so I can hid in it from all the essex wideboys, honest
03/07/06 @ 13:22
Refrains from commenting
03/07/06 @ 13:27
Ooh have you got the site unblocked at work?
03/07/06 @ 13:42
Yup. I asked the IT bloke really really nicely. :o)