28 - 32 degrees!
Yuck.
I think hot is over-rated.
When it's this hot, everything smells worse, you can't move without breaking into a sweat and you can't sleep without over-heating. Being cloistered in an office where fans can only move the stale air around is pretty grim. It's hard to be bothered to do anything, let alone think.
At night, with the windows open, you get to hear all the people around having more fun than you.
You can't wear thick woollies and pretend it's the jumper's fault you look like this.
All your food goes off quicker, even though it's in the fridge (I've never understood that).
The car feels like an oven when you get stuck in a traffic jam, and the cold air blowers feel more like your hair dryer.
I know this is an odd confession, but overall, hot is bad.
Bad unless you are lying on a beach, sitting in a shady garden, or eating strawberries at Wimbledon of course.
My best weather is a gentle, ethereal mist, with just a slight chill that hits the back of your throat when you breathe in. An autumn morning, a Scottish mist, ground mist swirling round open water. Cool and refreshing, making you feel bright and alert. Cosy scarves, open fires, jacket potatoes, warming stews and the smell of bonfires.
Today at lunchtime, I even found myself wishing I had a camping chair to put up at the end of the aisle in the most wonderfully air-conditioned supermarket. I wanted to throw myself into the ice cream freezer and drown in raspberry ripple.
Bring on the shorter days! Bring back the snow! Bring back a wonderful winter!
Oh woe is me!
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I'm very familiar with this feeling! I'm slightly better with the heat than I used to be, but still, on days like last Monday, the freezer aisle of the supermarket is pretty much the nicest place you can be!
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