Here Comes The Heat...

Well, I know all you people who like hot weather deserve some, at this point, but I really wish I didn't have to share...and my feckin' ALLERGIES! Jesus wept. (And Coughed. And Sneezed. And Itched...) This week has just shot by ; last week, too. Strange. ...R Next Door was barely speaking, this morning. Sometimes she feels so low, she can't talk, and I suppose it's a nice rest from her catalogue of largely self-inflicted misery, and /or her jeremiads about how ill I look. It's also way too hot for her remarks about my comical hideousness. Still, it's a pity...Yesterday at Clapham Junction a little old Indian man came up to me. (A 'clean old man' ,very polite and well spoken-) and said he often saw me around and I seemed such a nice lady, would I be so kind as to give him a hug...As I said, he didn't smell or anything, so I thought what the hell. I ended up giving him three, before I could escape. I suppose he was just being a rapey old perv and I was colluding in my own abuse, but it was sort of nice! ...He said I'd made his day, and I trundled off amused. Life is strange...