Yesterday's rushed rant contained a couple of unfortunate spelling mistakes (spotted and fixed in the harsh light of a new day), which just goes to show that one of the effects of watching stupid people do stupid things is stupidity. Thank God I wasn't watching America's Funniest Home Videos - I probably would have ended up in the morgue.

Another hot weekend well underway. Someone asked me a few weeks ago what we mean by 'hot' here in Norway, during the summer.

Well, today it's not quite as warm as it was last month: Around twenty-eight degrees centigrade, or eighty-two fahrenheit. Not all that bad, then, even when taking the humidity into account. At the hottest this summer, it's been in the low to mid thirties - low to mid nineties - with exceptionally warm nights and high humidity. Again; absolutely bearable. But do keep in mind that there's very little air-conditioning to be found (none at home or at the office, although my car is a tiny slice of ice-cold heaven - lucky me), and that warm weather just feels warmer when you spend half the year shivering your arse off. Also, somehow, hot weather in the city just feels that much hotter. Which is why I've visited the countryside as often as possible this summer.

I'll take the hot summers over the cold winters any time, by the way, but I am sort of looking forward to autumn. Beautiful colours, rainy days, dark nights, cosy nights in cafés, restaurants, or at home, watching a good movie or reading a book. My perfect year would go like this: A long, warm summer; a mild, wet autumn without snow; Christmas, with snow; and spring in January. Let's just skip the winter. Not so much with the winter, no.  ¶ 13:30