Unfortunately, not that type of hot, seeing as the children are here, and I have an absolute terror of getting caught in the act*. It is hot because we’re going through a heat wave, and we do not have air con, or a pool, or the beach, and I feel like my much gloated about glorious London summer has completely let me down.
Here I was bragging back in March, saying things like “Why would we summer** anywhere else than London? London is elegant and green and cool in the summer, so we’ll let the savage hoards of tourists stick to each other on the sorry beaches of the Mediterranean, while we will be here gracefully gliding through fascinating exhibitions and empty gastropubs.”
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