Today's report . . .

If you idiots think that I'm going outside in the frigging heat, well all I can say is you've got ya bloody hats on backwards! I walked out to get the letters from the postie and the poor bastard's balls had melted into his seat. . . If you want pictures then go and get'em yourself. I ain't moving again until the temp is back down. As for you morons who say that you love the hot weather, well all that I can say for you lot is you've got ya hats on backwards. . .