It's too hot

It's crazily hot today.  So hot that the thought of going home on the tube just sounds like an absolute nightmare.  As an Englishman I feel compelled to complain about everything, and now the weather has warmed up a bit, I feel it is only right to moan about it!

However,  it is payday,  and I may stop off at Next (right by our office) and buy some shorts for the journey home.

So what has happened this week.  hmmm.  Not a great deal.  The dog, as ever, has got bigger.  George is now fully into potty "training".  Not that it takes much training.  He hasn't been doing lots of practise poos leading up to the main event or anything,  he's just now wearing pants,  and we ask him if he needs his potty every thirty seconds.

We went to a parent's evening at his nursery this week.  I wasn't really sure what to expect.  I half thought they were going to sit us down and discuss George's progress,  and I would be sat there with a surreal expression on my face thinking "What are you talking about he's only 2".  Another possibility was that they would just invite all the parents along,  put on some cheap wine and just let everyone brag about how much more important there job is than everybody else's.  When we got there it turned out to be a bit of a non-event.  We lingered a little before one of the Nursery Assistants (or whatever they're called) came over to us and showed us around.  After that we lingered for a bit more and then cleared off down to the pub.

I've not really done a great deal else this week.  I went swimming three times as I always do,  Sarah had a haircut,  I went to work, Sarah stayed at home, the world turned and we didn't fall off.

Sleep has been a little odd this week.  I don't think we've had a whole, uninterrupted nights rest once this week.  As a result I now feel completely drained.  What's more,  it'll not be any different this weekend.  I blame the heat!!