Poor Zeb! He got soaked by a neighbour (with very poor coordination) watering their flowers. He ran off down the street yowling... I'm guessing that's the last I'm seeing of him for a few hours.
It needs to stop being so hot. I miss drizzle and grey skies. I even miss coming home soaking wet and cold because I forgot my umbrella. It gave me an excuse to crawl under the duvet with a book and tea. Maybe I have Dave's Syndrome.
Because I'm not a fan of the heat I've been spending the last few days reading in a cool spot (when I've been lucky enough to find one). As a result I've been going through a book a day... Although as yet none of them have been Tempocolypse. Today's book was
The Cleft by Doris Lessing; judging by the Amazon reviews, I'm one of the few people who enjoyed it. I've just started
The Secret of Crickley Hall by James Herbert, and so far so good. I haven't read a horror in a long time.
My new book arrived today, which means I can finally start researching my independent study and stop feeling so useless. Yay!
In less happy news, I haven't heard from any of the jobs I've applied for.
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