lirion

Apparently I have some work to do on my formal invitation writing skills. Because as far as I can tell the cool change that's patiently sitting outside doesn't think it received a glossily enough engraved invite to enter my house, to judge from the heat still radiating from my walls...

Actually I can't quite tell if it's avatar is that of a stiff and proper regency lady coming to call, or some pesky little neighborhood kid of the type that rings your doorbell and then runs away giggling madly.

Either way, my flat is still boiling, despite windows and balcony door having been open for hours now :(

If I had a mattress that would fit I'd almost be tempted to try sleeping on my balcony :)