Moist!

I am like a lump of dough sat in a proving drawer with my clothing sticking to me like clingfilm. There is a glistening sheen all over my exposed skin and I jump occasionally thinking a spider is running down my neck but it is only a droplet of sweat that has lost its grip.....and to think I thought I was becoming acclimatised to the weather here. I was moaning about how cold it was a few months ago and now this.....I am a whinging Pom.....I don't care......it's what we do!