Cookie ice cream for dinner last night. Neopolitan for breakfast. Vanilla for lunch. It's too hot for much else. My fridge was broken for a couple of days. It sounded like it was screaming. But this morning I tested it, and it had quietened down. Maybe because I did the dishes. The kitchen was getting a bit much. The cat is hyper, biting my feet hourly throughout the night. His fleas are gone. It was a simple flea collar that did it. For some reason I thought the fleas just all relocated onto the tail (obviously an urban myth). The flea bus is finally out of service. Anyway ta ta I'm going home now, I feel like sorbet tonight.