Oh man. It’s 40 degrees. Which is over 100 fahrenheit, I”m sure. Most people I know are watching the Williams sisters play tennis on TV while clad in undies only. Can’t breathe or move. Don’t know whether I’ prefer this or ice and snow. If I had a coupule of servants to serve me an endless selection of gin and tonics, or even an electric fan, I would feel better. Have to go to medieval murder party tonight - rang up to check whether it is still taking place. My friend Chris (in her undies) said that it’s still going ahead. So I spent an hour making a cone hat with cardboard, silver doilies and fancy chiffon material that I got from the fabric shop yesterday. Unfortunately when I’d finished it - I realised I made it too tall - d’oh. However it is very rapunzel-like and will go very nicely with my…singlet. That’s as medieval as I get in this weather. The wind is terrible and I feel terrible for the firefighters, I can’t even imagine what it must be like. I’m feeling very urban and unhelpful.
God. I have made so many mistakes that I’ve had to fix up whilst writing this that I’m going to end it here. Good luck Venus. Good luck Serena.
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