Summer made it's presence known yesterday and broadcast itself by burning me to a crisp. It's slightly embarrassing coming from Africa, being a once-upon-a-time fan of the heat and the sun - I never expected to get bruleéd by the English sun. Yes, it's the same sun, but it has never happened to me here, until now that is.

I have a 'Michael Jackson' hand, in that my right arm is consistently Zoiberg red and my left arm is red, except my hand which is still perfectly white from wearing my silly golf glove. My face looks like that of a Manga animé red panda. My wonderful new sunglasses have left their mark on my face, like the proverbial but inverted piss-holes in snow. As i write I swear my room is being lit by the glow of my arms, a nice warm red light.

I went for a nap last night at about 10. I woke this morning at 09:00. Some nap.