It feels very unusual in here, very unnatural, and yet also very soothing; the culprit is the cold night air flowing through the open window at the front of the house, into the living room, the night itself clearly visible through the half open blinds, and my music (a large mix of heavy metal and goth rock) blasting from the expensive speakers strewn over the mantal.
Summer's been overly hot this year, this week itself rending a streak of havok through Hull's normally cold and uncomfirtable landscape; instead providing an extremely (boiling) hot and uncomfirtable landscape; today has been no different, with not a cloud in the sky, and not an un-sweated body below it.
Fortunately, with this heat in mind, England's self-defensive weather immuno system is slated to quickly come to the rescue, to gush forth this week with gladly needed cooling thunder storms.
Bye bye Mr Sun, please fuck off and don't come back!