I hate builders, and I hate summer
The bastards had me out of bed at 6am as they were digging up the road outside the house, but I’d no choice but to open the window as my room was stiffling. Nggh. Ah well, Killer at least has a love-hate relationship with them, she gets to take over my bed earlier than usual today.
And at the price of God’s Own Migraine, I cancelled my hotel reservation for Paris and booked a hotel for London. I’ll be staying about a kilometre down the road from Heathrow, which suits me perfectly fine.