Everyone goes mental in the heat. It’s a fact.
The dog leapt over my head in bed three times last night. He only stuck the landing twice.
People have started baring more flesh than perhaps they should. You know who you are.
Someone set fire to a homeless person’s belongings under a bridge.
The air conditioning has been turned up so high at work that a sweater might need to be employed to stop the shaking.
And it’s only 8:40 a.m.
It’ll get worse. I know it.
The annual Humidity Festival has begun.