There's no more walking to work at the moment - it suddenly became scorchio, what felt like overnight. When I emerge from my apartment each morning it's a definite case of 'clamp sunglasses to head and steel yourself for searing heat in the face.' Thankfully, taxis have cottoned onto the fact that a lot of people in my complex need rides to work in the morning, so each mornign there's a dutiful line of them waiting for people. And the sum it costs me to get to work? 2 quid. Love it.