It’s absolutely baking here in Nottingham this evening. I’ve just got home from work after a “hard” day’s graft, and I’m sweating like a pervert in a school playground. It’s so hot I’m sat here in my underpants and a t-shirt.

Unfortunately, some tosser a few doors down has decided that today would be a good day to burn some crap in his garden. My window is open so that I don’t melt, and all I can smell (apart from my feet) is burning garden refuse.


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