Kevlar's in this season, don'tcha know

The hottest days of the year so far, and humid evenings. Where am I? Sleeping through the day and spending the nights in dark places expiring from the heat wrapped up in an, erm, really tight protective jacket with a gortex camo jacket slung over the top of it. Last night was professionally "interesting", and I'd say I'd lost about half a stone in sweat if the big lardy barstard in the mirror didn't tell me better. Usual drill, no names, no pack drill but in the sticks, climbing things, sweating lots, having success but the usual price, utterly knackered today. A pity, as the body clock had adjusted fairly and this spell of nights was going better than others.

No time to run the bike in the weather which is a shame, but I don't have the energy or the inclination. Too much to do here, a bit of cleaning started yesterday daytime, should be doing more but too sweaty and tired at the mo; need to get a wash on to deal with my greasy trousers that weren't greasy until last night - don't ask - before work tonight. One day I shall tell all in my scurillous memoirs, read it then in bits in your Soaraway Sun.....