Monday

Now this is a hot one - compared to this, the end of last week in the office was an ice-cold treat. The radio is saying 30C in London today which is frankly ridiculous - don't they know it's only May? The fan goes on straight away when I get to work but all this really does is batter the top half of my face with warm air and ensure that every time I get up to go to the printer I have to leave my little wind tunnel and creak through the engorged atmosphere like everyone else. Even going for a fag is uncomfortable and I find myself smoking quicker just to get out of the heat.

Luckily the weatherman also says that the heatwave will break tomorrow - so I get my head down and just try to get through it, which makes the day go quicker (as does the fact we have no bosses in this week, freeing us up to actually get on with stuff) and pretty soon I'm back home, catching up with episodes of David Mitchell's brilliant video podcast. I also run the hoover round and peel some potatoes before K gets home - sucking up a little bit before she heads to Spain on Wednesday without me. I need to make sure I'm missed!

Later on we start watching Saving Private Ryan on Film4, a movie I haven't seen for years but one which stands out as just about the only war movie I like - I find gun battles and discussions of tactics in the mud incredibly tedious, plus find it hard to be bothered to tell actors apart when they've all got the same helmets on - thanks to some decent performances from Tom Hanks and Matt Damon. However, the length and frequency of the commercial breaks on Film4 stretch the already epic-length movie to an unconscionable 3 and a quarter hours, so by 11.15 we've given up and gone to bed. K hadn't seen the film before - but seems tired enough to accept my vague description of the final hour.