Party Poopers

We have a Sunday evening, reveal all, show on T.V.. It tends to put a damper on the weekend and while we're not ostriches, I take exception to their motto "You have the right to know". Frankly I don't believe we always have the right to know, some things should be kept secret.
I'm keeping an open mind on the whole Wikileaks saga, where do you draw the line? some revelations are good for us, others may put us in danger. What do I know?
However, in the news recently, the actual original recipe for Coca Cola. Seriously! Next I suppose it'll be the secret seven herbs and spices or maybe the recipe for Britny's latest perfume.
It's not always fair to reveal all, after all the burlesque dancers fully understand the sense of mystery that's so tittilating.
So, why are we to have a T.V. programme revealing how the best magic tricks are done. How to make a tank disappear, how to get out of a giant vat of water while bound with chains and weighted down by three African elephants. (don't try this at home kids).
I don't want to know. I understand that I have the right not to watch and someone else has the right to tune in. I just don't understand why anyone wants to break the spell. It's magic folks, please don't burst the bubble.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

Yesterday the temperature in Parow was 32c, I walked outside and the heat was like a warm blanket, wrapping itself gently around me and giving a cosy safe feeling.
Today the temperature is around 33c but the humidity is really high. I walk outside and it's like stepping into a Turkish bath (yes, I have been to one). Skin with a damp glow and hair sticking to the back of the neck.
And tomorrow?