Estoy muy caliente

If I wanted to see this much sun, I would book a holiday to Spain. Well, first I would get myself a passport, but that is a trifling matter.

It’s too hot. It’s too hot to write much. It’s too hot to post any pictures. It’s too hot to think up any more words, let alone 101 of them. It’s just too hot.

In fact, the only thing it’s not too hot to do is sit in front of the television watching sweaty tennis players hit the ball between themselves, and dream about strawberries and cream. (Damn that Henman, why do we pin our hopes on him every time?)

And on a completely unrelated note, I think I am the only person in the entire world that thinks that Flickr sucks. Of course, I was put off from the start by the grammar aspect of things, but since then the only redeeming feature I can see is that you can add notes to pictures. That’s about it.

Of course, I’ve never been one to go for things that are too popular with the masses, and if you can find a blog that has photos and no Flickr, you’re a better person than me. (Or you’re not as hot as I am and therefore have more energy. I’m off to stick my head in the fridge.)