I’m so tired of the silly weather we’re having in London. I can’t wait for the cold air to come. I don’t want heat anymore. Sick and tired of sweating like a pig in the tube, and needing another shower when I get to my destination.

I want to wear jumpers and jackets and sweatshirts. I want to freeze my arse off.

To top it off, the offices air-con is about as useful as a chocolate tea pot.

Nuff said, sleep time.