Hey God....

It's still hot, I'm praying the heat will at least be less by the weekend. I am dreaming of days when mascara needn't be waterproof, when face make up needn't be Coverderm, when hair needn't be worn tied up, when you can safely go anywhere and not end up like a walking fountain of Trevi.... and it's not the laden with cash I'm talking about, but the being totally drenched as if someone took a hosepipe to you. Hey God, do You mind putting it on 20 instead of 40? Perhaps they're having a big roast up there, complete with patata l-forn, and we have to deal with the effects of the Heavenly oven. Oh and probably it's the best slow roasted patata l-forn ever too. Never mind the angels, maybe that's why they wear next to nothing. But it's not possible here, patata l-forn is ok, but patata barra is not on. Or maybe God has lost the world's weather remote control, or run out of batteries. Come on God, blow some cool air to us underlings, we would be very grateful. Forget us able-bodied ones, think of the less able, they are suffering, and God is love, so do something about it please. And now don't go away in a huff and drench the world suddenly, we're not equipped for that. We're humans God. Just take your weather remote and put it on 20..... Merci beaucoup.