It is hot chez Scobi. Very hot. To be clear, my home office is hot, the outside a bit less so. I could open the window, but the bins are being collected so there is too much noise whilst I am on my 9am conference call. This means that I am glowing a bit. I think men glow, or is it horses, can never remember.
Call is nearly over, and can't wait until they all stop blathering so I can get the window open.
It's open, I am happy, time for tea.