Damn, it's hot!
Trying to maintain this blog has lately started to feel like carrying the burden of the one ring to Mordor. It is a rabid, slavering St. Bernard, circling my hot car. It is a black Peterbilt tanker truck, chasing me through the desert. It's a bomb on my bus, an alien gestating in my stomach, a vengeful psychopath clinging on to the underside of my car. Get away from me, blog! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME????!!!
Over the course of the next few weeks, I intend to beat it into submission with some truly arbitrary old-school drivel, just like the good old days. It will be a light beating, as I don't want to over-exert myself in this heat. Damn!
Anyway, last week I went camping and a fox stole my sausages from outside my tent while I was sleeping off some strong local cider. It was pretty hot then, too. Damn!
Then last night I saw a fox out of my kitchen window, legging it off into the hospice vegetable patch. It all happened so fast, I didn't get chance to take a picture. Here's one I took 5 minutes ago instead, to help you imagine. You'll have to imagine the fox, too, because it's too damn hot to Photoshop one in. Damn!