Anybody who has lived in London will be familiar with the sight of 10 million pasty white Britons taking the day off work and lying naked on the nearest patch of grass when the mercury nudges 25 degrees. With litres of sunscreen on standby and barely a 30 centimetre gap between them, Londoners deal with “heatwave” conditions in their own special way.

But this is hilarious:

[British] teachers yesterday demanded the right to walk out of hot classrooms during soaring temperatures, claiming “glasshouse” schools were putting children’s safety at risk.

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But [the National Union of Teachers] insisted teachers “should not and cannot be expected to work in any classroom or other internal teaching space where the temperature exceeds 26C (79F) for anything other than very short periods”.

It is pressing the government to introduce laws requiring all schools to adhere to World Health Organisation recommendations for a maximum 24C (75F) limit for “comfortable” working conditions.

Bring it on. I would only have been required to work for about half a dozen days last term.

It doesn’t get much better than highly anticipated cricket on a Thursday afternoon. Well, it does: knowing that there are 24 more days of it to come.

I spent the first few hours of today’s play laying on the lounge room floor, bathed in sunlight, watching the cricket on the telly, and texting back and forth with jLo who was watching the game from a pub in London after midnight. At one point jLo wrote:

Ps. How hilarious was that first ball? Funniest opening delivery ever. Why the fuck isn’t Flintoff putting himself on?

And sure enough he picked the ball up the very next over.

Some overs later I was reading another of her texts and missed Hayden being caught out. I wrote:

Missed that because I was reading your text. Neanderthal in the showers.

In response, and referring to GrodsCorp’s relentless ridiculing of Matthew Hayden over time, jLo wrote:

Sorry matey! No great loss, really. Where was Jesus right then, huh?

Informing her that I intended to blog her comments she declared:

I am ever conscious of the fact that my texts may be blog fodder. I’ll look forward to reading it all again tomorrow.

Consider it done, jLo.