11 July 2005


I've been at work all day, whilst the slave has been at home (he's got a week off). When I got home, the house was a complete tip and he was sat in the garden, enjoying some chilled fruit juice and reading New Statesman.

I went upstairs to discover that he's had all the windows closed all day and the bedroom and my office are like ovens. I now have all the windows in the house open (except the one that is gaffer-taped shut) and all the fans I can muster are now trained on me.

My hand-held fan is, sadly, no more, after next-door's dog tried to eat it.