I feel thunder in my heart

I love thunderstorms, even when they freak out the cat and wake me at 6.30 am, I love them. It's currently pissing down outside thank God and easing the heat momentarily. It's nice to get a relief from this horrible suffocating heat.

Rocker wonders how I will handle India if I can't handle downtown Worthing in the summer, but who knows? I won't be working in India so there's the difference - being chained to a desk does not help, at least on your travels you can take a cold shower and lie about naked.

My sole reason for hopping out of bed this morning was to come in and get the ideas spewing forth into my notepad. Taking full advantage of the free computer programs here at work and looking really busy tap-tapping on the keyboard.

Diva Boss will surely start to wonder soon why my productivity has gone up ten fold in the past two days! But I don't care.

I'm free and being creative!

On a Big Brother note, I've been reading some interesting things about Nikki, which have made me admire her even more. I'm backing her to the very end, she is honestly fabulous. Apparently, she's suffered severely from Anorexia and been hospitalised for 8 of her 24 years. That's incredible. And despite the fact that she's forever throwing a strop, she has never once turned around and excused herself because of her 'problems'. I just hope she's ok on the outside...

So this week, Richard and Lea face the public vote. I honestly don't like either of them, not least because when Lea says the word 'mate' she sounds like Rocker's mum, but Richard's smug face and honest surprise when he heard his name called got me. He may be a fellow Canuck but get that smarmy git out!

I am officially going to go on strike, it's too hot and the atmosphere here is too bitchy. I do not want to play anymore!