Random babblings from an underproductive mind.

And at least thirty degrees celcius. This is a definite improvement.

It makes it altogether too easy to sit here and chill, but soon I shall go home and tidy my bomb site. It's easy to let things go when one lives alone, especially when one lives far enough away that no-one visits, and I have. But I don't want to live in a bomb site any more. And that's the full extent of my voyage into adult life.