The heat wave

The good thing about constantly sweating - none. At work I smell like a walking and talking piece of old cheese. Not as great as it sounds. Yesterday my colleague and I sat, shiny as two polished balls, watching tellie whilst sweat was dripping from our noses. Usually, apparently, she never sweats. A lot of horse ass bullshit, I thought, as she was competing with me in this rainforest sweaty state. Apart from the heat wave of working, it's awesome being back.

In other news. The hair is coming along so well.

In love with Toby,

Louise