Ooh, mama! I feel like a kettle with a broken thermostat

Today I went to the beach again, which I will blog about in detail tomorrow. The temperature had continued to rise and the humidity is back which is not a great thing. As a result of these extreme conditions the logical thinking part of my brain has been adversely affected. Today I have experimented with two things that Nurton's do not normally associate themselves with:

1.) Male Nudity
2.) Cold showers

1.) My housemate Phil is always prancing around our abode with only the minimum amount of clothing that Nick dictates he must wear. I find this rather disturbing and do not copy him. A good piece of information for all those Nurton lovin' babes out there is that actually I am rather grossed out by the whole 'Male Form' thing (but not the ‘Female Nudity’ thing!). For this reason I consider showers and dressing to be sequential activities.
Today is different. Today it is too hot for clothes. My house is like an oven and yes I have been wondering around in a state likely to scare small animals and possibly even trained medical professionals. So in conclusion, this really is a warning for Nick, Harry and Caroline: If you come back this weekend and the weather is still like this... Knock very loudly before coming in!
2.) I hate cold showers. I once lived in a house in Botswana for 4 months that had no hot water and every day would scream like Michael Jackson as I took a freezing cold shower under a hose pipe. It NEVER became fun.
Today I decided I would try it again in a desperate attempt to jettison some heat from my sweltering body. I never knew that my body was capable of such rapid temperature change. With the shower set to "Bjork cold" I entered a sweaty mess and within 10 seconds I was so cold you could have hung the Mona Lisa from my nipples. Inevitably 10 minutes after exiting the shower I was hot again. Stupid thermodynamics. I always suspected Physics didn't like me!