I’m sitting in the flat and it’s quite warm. 28 degrees to be exact. This amazing heatwave that has hit London should, according to me, stay forever. But it doesn’t need to get much warmer now. Then it will turn into unbearable Mediterranean temperatures. Last year, I remember visiting Puglia and it was near impossible to sit in the sun. The amount of sweat that came out of my body, didn’t exactly make me look like a fresh Sophia Loren. And you always want to look like a fresh Sophia Lauren or a smouldering Monica Bellucci when you’re in Italy. However, London has still to reach the forties, which is quite a relief. I dare not think about the funky smells that would hit me on the tube every morning if the heat rises. The body odours I have encountered this week are quite enough.

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