"When That Fat Old Sun In The Sky Is Falling"

  Yes, another musical reference^.
    
Lazing and Gazing
     Been sitting out in the back yard, enjoying the sun.  In an ambient kind of way, because with the passing of summer our backyard no longer enjoys direct sunlight after six in the afternoon.  Also, had to stand sentry to stop Beej sneaking back inside to eat Jenny's cat food - he'd come back for his, she hasn't so far.  Despite his timourous bearing, Beej is quite capable of finishing off her bowl completely, the greedy little goblin.


Gasssss!
     United Utilities^^ have dug a vast trench directly below our office windows, which is the sonic assault part of their plan to make us miserable.  Today is was the toxic vapours element: they installed giant eight-foot tall valves into their trench and our floor was promptly overwhelmed with leaked gas.  Staff fled from their desks around me to other more distant parts considered gas-free.  Me?  No sense of smell and apparently not bothered by inhaling gas, either, so I stayed put.
     This, of course, means that the windows have to stay shut, resulting in temperatures hitting over 40 degrees^^^ and yours truly wilting with heatstroke, dehydration, flannel-tongue and other such inflictions.  Tomorrow will probably bring arc-welding and lasers.

I Can See My House From Here -
     Almost!  Yesterday I got a vantage across North Manchester to the Pennines from a 24th floor office suite.  Remarkable view, and I knew approximately where my house was, but the mass of greenery in the way prevented seeing it exactly.  Picturesque, that greenery and it makes the city a more pleasant place, but it's the result of all the gruesome wet weather of earlier 2013.

^ Fat Old Sun by Pink Floyd
^^ Rascals who dig up roads to deliberately inconvenience people.  And they have something to do with gas.
^^^ Okay, an exaggeration.  Thirty Degrees!