Ralph the Wonder Llama

Hmm. I appear to have stumbled upon a random song title as title thing. Not intentional, I can assure you. Especially not the last one. La.

Anyway, I’m here in my room at the Yes pondering final preparations for the return trip. I’ve done all my chores and am now hiding from the heat in air-conditioned comfort. I’m not a big fan of A/C, and think it’s over-used in the UK, but honestly, you’d be mad not to pay for a room with it here just now. I’ve just read a story in the Grauniad about how many people are dying from heat stroke in what is apparently the hottest summer since records began in 1800. Can’t say I’m surprised.

In fact, I came over a little unwell myself last night. I don’t know whether it was a touch of heat stroke (not that I was out for that long yesterday) or something I ate at lunch, but I felt, and indeed was, sick late on, then slept for hours, missing the wickets I had waited for during Bangladesh’s sturdy fightback after the follow-on. Typical. Anyway, I feel fine today, and am keeping out of the sun and eating carefully just in case.

So I leave here for the airport at 22:30 and, thanks to the BA strike, have an 8.5 hour wait for my connecting flight in London. Barstages. Still, at least I’m actually getting home, fingers crossed. Drop you a line when I get there.