So first day of British
summertime - some might have a BBQ, a cool shandy, or an ice cream. I had the delights of sitting on a tube with Mr.
'I have sweaty testicles' shaking and adjusting in front of my face. Bless him, it can't be pleasant to be a guy
sometimes.
Yes, if you are
unfortunate enough to get the underground you do not have the delights of air
con like the delightful new overground trains - we have to make do with some
vents. I had genuinely forgotten how hot it gets on these things. I managed to survive the journey (mainly
watching said man's crotch finding it mildly entertaining). I arrived at Liverpool Street to find an
18.12 that didn't arrive so we had a
sardine job on the 18.18, I'm not
technically moaning yet, I'm just elated that it's over 10 degrees finally!!
So, I'll let you
have a view of my view - things could have been worse (mental images of some
gross sweaty people). Anyone have some heat wave horror stories?
Enjoy...
Happy Summertime everyone!
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