Idiot

Every year I cook my melon and vow never to do so again. This year - no exception.

I don't think I know a more uncomfortable feeling than a hellishly sun burnt swede. Worked from home today and would have lost over a litre of sweat. Not good.

On the upside - had a bit of a yarn with the neighbour and have concluded that being a little bit crazy does not preclude someone from being cute.

I sense something inevitable looming.