Um, hello? Weather Gods? I though autumn was meant to be on the way. Last week was beautiful and crisp - perfect autumnal days, in other words - but now you've bestowed upon us this sticky heat. WHAT, may I ask, IS GOING ON?
Still, you can try and heat blast me out all you like. You can make me sweat so hard on my forehead that my fringe is permanently stuck to it. You can force me to stand in front of the freezer with the door open, just to receive some blessed coolness. You can even make me wince as I apply deodorant to freshly waxed underarms in a painful bid to stop unwanted dampness. But what you can't do is stop me sewing my woollen winter dress.