I loathe this humid weather. Not only does the body feel sticky but so does the brain. Clear thought is not possible in this air. I preferred the rain. Last Friday I was driving into the centre of the city with a colleague and we couldn't see out of the front windscreen due to the heavy rain. Drains were spraying out water as if a mains pipe had burst. Part of the ceiling at B's workplace collapsed.

This is not work weather.  The only place to be is in a swimming pool and not one consisting of your own perspiration.

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