It is, again, too hot. It is also clammy and still, and we needed a fan running in the bedroom last night to get to sleep. I thought I saw a flash of lightning from the train, but it wasn't. A brief thunderstorm would at least break the stillness. I would kil - well, maybe not kill, but petty theft is certainly on the cards - for iced coffee of some kind right now, but Dun Laoghaire remains curiously devoid of branches of Cafe Sol, Insomnia, or Coffee Society.
Although I've just been told someone heard thunder outside a few minutes ago.