Our local community has been hit by three days of continuous fog. There are areas of Streatham which appear as if hit by planes, chaos and muggings on the streets, people going crazy and some of them appear to have been run over face first with a motorbike. Then the fog came and thankfully we can now no longer see most of it.

There's a bit of a war going on over my floor at work. One half of the room say they are too hot and the other half say that they are too cold, so the poor guys in facilities are continually switching the air con/heaters on and off, it really is the definition of 'four seasons in a day'. I'm in the cold half and being Scottish, don't really care. They don't even know cold! They've never washed in a  frozen lake after a night in a mud hut, comforted only by wild squirrels and throwing logs for warmth. This really happens.

I attempted to negotiate a balance between both sides  but they are adamant about getting their own way. It's brilliant because you can see one half in t-shirts shaking a little from being too cold, and the other half with about 10 layers on, sweating and ready to keel over, just to make a point.

Not really much else to inform you about today, just the weather. I'm getting like Scottish television now