Sweet Relief

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I was afraid it was going to be another scorcher today. I'd had an extremely restless sleep. Mainly due to the fact that JASPER had an extremely restless sleep.

Poor little fellow. I can't be too mad at him. It must be hard trying to sleep in a heatwave when you are wearing hairy pyjamas.

So when I woke up this morning and saw the sun blasting down upon Wellington once again I thought of very sweary things. I must be honest, I may have taken Our Lord's name in vain, by inserting the words "Jesus Aitch Effing" in front of it.

It is fortunate I'm going to Hell already. I don't think they can send you twice.

But, Jesus Aitch Effing be praised, it clouded over by 2pm. We even had a little light rain on my way home. So it's actually quite pleasant now.  

However, just for you Scots shivering in the cold who probably think I am being a big WHINY WHINER, here is a picture of a pigeon I took earlier today. He was soaking his feet in the water, and when a cool breeze came along he did this - 

FWWWWOOOOOP

That was with his wings. He didn't actually make the noise. Although that would have been brilliant.

S.