Sun's Coming Up I Feel Like Cakes On The Griddle

Gentle readers,

It is 33 degrees Celcius out there, feeling like 43. (Americans - that's 91.4 feeling like 109.4 with the humidex.)

Why am I grumpy? Why? Do you need to ask? Did I mention we don't have air conditioning at home?

(This morning Ice Prince whispered in my ear while I was sleeping :"We are having pancakes for breakfast...You are making me pancakes....." I didn't even know he knew about subliminal messages.)

The good news is that I'm writing a song. I'll post it tomorrow. And it's not about pancakes. Not even blueberry ones.