I am currently sticky and sweaty, but cooling down by means of cold water (both drinking and washing in (but not drinking and washing in the same water)) and wearing of less clothing. I'm sure this is absolutely fascinating for the readers at home?! No, I am NOT posting jpegs (we don't have a digital camera at the moment - what a good excuse that is!). In other boring life events, earlier this week I managed to bugger up my right arm, and I don't actually know how - was it just my dodgy elbow getting dodgy for no reason as it does; was it the fault of Richard's crappy keyboard and wobbly keyboard shelf, that I was forced to use for a small amount of time the other night; was it due to carrying far too many books home on the bus that same night? I'll never know.
Today I was woken up by some large men wearing uniforms with GAS written on them. They said there was a gas leak in the road and they needed to check people's meters to see where it was coming from. I was slightly more likely to trust them on the basis there was a definite smell of gas coming in through the front door ;) I had to go out pretty soon after that so I don't know whether anything is fixed - I presume they're not allowed to leave until it's safe, but the manhole cover is still open (for ventilation? I don't know). As I am Paranoid, I'm posting about it now, so that if I die horribly in the next few hours, you know why and can do something about it.
OK, something more serious, next.