It is a very definite British cultural norm to talk about the weather. An act that I really do try and stop myself doing in polite conversation. I feel like I am taking a conversational shortcut and not making an effort towards an interesting dialogue.
It is bloody hot though, isn't it?
I dare not open any single pot of paint in case it instantly solidifies the moment the vacuum of the pot makes contact with the rest of the atmosphere. Or maybe it will turn to dust and drift off across the breeze out the window to then gently coat the wings of a fly with goblin green. No painting has been done here. Well I did paint one single model that looks like how I feel.
I picked this little fellow up from Ramshackle Games when I was in Nottingham last year. Hand cast in resin, Curtis was criminally undercharging for a selection of models in a pick and mix box at a small Indy show on a Sunday afternoon set up in a local brewery. We had arrived too early to be able to legally purchase alcoholic beverages, but at least there were some cool models to pick up.
The number of fans currently running in Chez Lead is nearing double figures, I am concerned my electric bill for the summer is going to be more than the heating bill in the winter. The giant floor fans seem to just be moving the hot air around. The small usb charged personal fans are working better, but then when they die they need recharging and I am sure they are generating heat when they charge, reversing all the work they previously did. Last night I slept with one of them clipped to the headboard of my bed pointed directly at my face. It was impressively still going in the morning when I awoke, having achieved the annoying side effect of drying out the entire moisture content of my mouth as I snored. Thus, making me feel like I had been drinking for a stag do the night before, I was so dehydrated.
Working at home is an exercise in balancing the minimal amount of clothing to be worn, with enough clothing that I am not offending anyone when I jump on a Teams call. Call me old fashioned, but I do not think appearing over video chat with a work colleague in an outfit like I have just thrown Hans Gruber off the top of a skyscraper is not professional. There is also the added bonus that running a desk fan directly to my face means my audio sounds like I am running the circuit on the Isle of Man.
I do have the option of going in to work. This involves taking extra layers of clothing to put on once in the office. I swear the air conditioning is running at a temperature below zero. I also have to brave public transport to get there. It's only a ten minute journey, but it feels like that episode of Doctor Who when he meets Zoe from Eastenders playing a knock off Lara Croft and the bus they are in is stranded on a desert planet.
I did actually do some form of hobbying last weekend with the Youngest Opponent. He is currently into Pokemon TCG and so I volunteered to take him to a pre-release tournament at our nearby FLGS. If I played it meant he got twice as many cards at the end of the day. The ridiculous rarity of Pokemon cards at the moment meant I was willing to give it a go so he actually could advance his collection. Needless to say I did not really know what I was doing, although everyone was really sporting and helpful. I managed to successfully lose all my games and come completely last. Youngest was happy to receive my commiseration boosters and pulled some pretty cards though. Being an ex MTG player I do enjoy the sorting of his collection into folders for him even if the game is not for me. (I also like the cards where the picture is a crochet version of the Pokemon and I am trying to convince him to collect the set. They are much more fun than the current artwork on Magic the Gathering cards.)
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