30/6
It's warm. And humid, that's the real annoyance. Why couldn't nature arrange some other form of thunder-warning? You take two steps outside and, slop, your clothes stick to you like glue. They say it's good weather for baking though, although I can't imgaine why someone would like to be near a hot oven in this type of weather ...
The rest of the family comes back from France tomorrow, so it's soon time to move things back to the good old bolier upstairs. Not to mention I'll have to vaccuum-clean the whole house, and cut the lawn, one of the most humour-ruining jobs I can think of. Our lawnmover is a heavy petrol powered beast which likes to make you stink of petrol and cover you legs with grass. And my parents keep wondering why I don't like to cut the lawn ... Perhaps I ought to do it now, when I'm all annoyed about it anyway ... Another thing I should have done is paint a wall, but erratic raining has ruined the opportunities for that. Luckily, that doesn't have to be finished when they get back, as long as I get it done sometime.
