Being a proud Englishman, i retain the God-given right to moan about the weather throughout the year regardless of season but never more so than today after suffering yet another painfully hot days work during which it seemed as if i'd melt away into a gooey liquid like a sun-stroked ice-lolly.
If there was a single ounce of sense inside my head, i'd phone in sick tomorrow and spend the day at the beach where the cool breezes could play across my exposed skin while the noonday sun patiently roasted my sizzling flesh.
Laying on a baking beach watching the girls go by, having a dip in the wonderfully cool sea whenever i wanted followed by a bag of chips with lots of salt'n'vinegar, ice-cold drinks galore...and then a long, long sleep in the sun until i'd had enough of paradise and went home perfectly happy and refreshed.
But i'm far too conscientious and dutiful for my own good and, of course, i'll be working like the proverbial mad dog again tomorrow, sweating buckets and feeling my energy levels draining steadily away until i have just enough left to drag myself home afterwards and promise myself that one day i really will take that much-deserved sickie.


















