I had to go to the British Museum, as it was the last day of the KABUKI HEROES show. The sweat was running off me in rivers. It wasn't terribly crowded, thank the gods, and the exhibit was lovely. I'm glad I caught it, but wish I'd got around to it in more comfortable conditions.
The 77A bus,to and fro,smelt heavily of piss. The other day, I wasn't able to walk to Clapham Common, I went out with my poles,to join R and die hunden, but had to turn back after only a few moments. I can deal with it better in the mornings, when I've been able to force myself to the gym, but that was just too much.
Still no real rain, here, although it's very overcast. Sizzling sun would have been worse yet. Is there a climate where the air is usually fresh and dry-ish?
The bloody ants are now actually swarming above the fridge. I've never had anything like this before. Groan.
Happy birthdays, of which there are several, around now, on this plane and the next.