Wow! My brain has seized up.

I wonder if there is something that physically happens to your brain when you are all hot and bothered. Been doing a lot of tailing off mid conversation this afternoon. Not to complain too much really - the sun is a good thing. It allows the introduction of sandals and summery shirts into the workplace wardrobe. That's OK isn't it? Looking out through the (barred) window now with 25 minutes till home time. The tarmac on the dual carriageway is making cars shimmer, like I imagine it does all the time in the desert. There is a fair amount of shirtlessness, lobster skin and public drinking by the newsagent.

Just cracked open a can of 7UP. Its been warming up by the window all afternoon. It tastes extra sticky sweet and induces a soporific feeling. Soon I will slink to my car and drive home down the M1. Am hoping its not too busy - people are irate on the road at the moment and far from rational - myself included. I mumble, curse and flick the occaisional V. (After the initial burst of anger wears off, I feel foolish)

On a day like this I'd like to go to the beach, get drunk and burnt in the sunshine, panting like a Labrador with a negligent owner in the back of an estate car.

Ed