My computer has melted

I am typing this with difficultly as my fingers keep sticking to the keys. I’ve recently had to peel the letter “p” from the third finger of my right hand, and the letter “a” is going the same way.
The air conditioning in the office has packed in and there is no flow of air at all here. For the record it is very hot, and if you are as unfortunate as I, and work in an office as part of the day-job, I pity you as I pity myself. If you choose to be surfing the 'net right now as the temperatures soar you are either:
a) seeking solace in the shade, or;
b) have amazing air-conditioning, because you would have to be bonkers to want to be inside at the moment (kind of reminds me of that old kids programme “Why Don’t you…”).

Needless to say, please don’t expect me to write anything constructive on the blog while temperatures stay this way – I’m finding it hard enough concentrating on writing The Burning Sands of Time , which right now is a very apt title.

Maybe I should try writing something like The Giant Ice Fields of Alaska .

Mmmm, ice.......