Tinned tube heat and Strawberries.

Has anyone else ever investigated the moment at which you descend into the tube and the tube heat hits you?
It's really quite bizarre. I can literally pinpoint the exact spot when the heat will hit at several stations across London, though mainly my usual Kentish Town and Russell Square. I just find it fascinating. You're descending the stairwell, spiralling round when all of a sudden, Bam! 40 degrees. Time to strip. Beads of sweat forming at your hair line.

It must be some sort of weird temperature anomaly, that in a millimetre of air, the temperature can jump so much. It is literally a wall of heat. The only trouble is that once you've passed through the wall, you are completely infiltrated by the tube heat and there's no going back. Even if you back up and pass back through the wall, you don't lose the heat, it's stuck to you for the rest of your journey.

What I can't stand is all the people who are still wearing coats and they look really nonchalant, like they're not affected at all. How are they not dying? What are they, cold blooded? Vampires? I am literally in a thin t-shirt, occasionally a vest top and I'm still overheating, red faced and ridiculously uncomfortable. Maybe it's because I usually walk as though the devil's chasing me, especially when I'm on my way to work. So that by the time I actually get down there, I'm already working up a sweat. I would say I'd just set off earlier and then I could walk slower, but let's face it, I'd just end up at work ridiculously early. Ha ha.

So I'm now currently carrying at least two items of clothing around with me at all times, as you never really can tell what the hell the weather will be doing when you get off the tube. Sometimes it's kinda nice being underground, as life passes you by up top and so much could have happened without your knowledge. Sometimes it can work in your favour and other times it can work against you, but it's almost as though you leave the real world and enter a cramped, over crowded, artificially lit, tropical underground world, where tourists are dim and idiots are plenty. But strangely, I wouldn't change my daily transport. I kinda like it!


Well, I have just rambled on about a load of random bullshit, haven't I? Shocking behaviour.
Oh, ok, just one final whinge before I depart. I am supposed to making smoothies with my kids tomorrow and I asked for additional fruit and juices and stuff to be added to the tesco order. And of course, they order 8 tins of strawberries. Tins of strawberries! Bear in mind that I am trying to promote healthy eating this week and tell them about the importance of eating fresh fruit and vegetables and they send me bloody tinned strawberries. Needless to say, I am not using them and I went to the lovely people at the Kentish Fruit Bowl and got a punnet of strawberries and a punnet of blueberries. We will have awesome smoothies tomorrow! And I can't wait to sample them, minus scummy tinned strawberries!!! Blurgh!

Ohhhhh, okay. now that's enough whinging for a Tuesday night.
I have a hot date with Microsoft Works Word Processor..............It's a Tuesday night writing marathon!

Ciao for now!
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