Phew! What a scorcher!
We all hate each other round our way! Once that temperature reached 30, that was it, sparks were flying! And this time, it was very personal.
Skin so sticky, and shiny from sun tan lotion - which incidentally is useless - every word uttered is taken the wrong way. And getting up from a chair, taking half your skin away with it. The noise it makes!
If Husband goes round once more telling me he's hot, I will not be responsible for my actions! We're all hot, love!!!
I remember worse summers than this! For a certain generation, no-one will ever forget that summer of '76. The sheer misery of lying on my bed, wondering what to do next, the sun flooding in, no namby pamby air conditioning like today. That three weeks in July was long! Funny, by mid-August, that summer turned out happily, after that extremely bad start!
Summers were wonderful when I was a kid, simply because it meant no school. I didn't care we didn't go anywhere, I just played out on our orange bricked council estate. Pretending that the sparse patch of green was a swimming pool. I try to tell my children they never had it so good! They just fall about laughing.
People in hot countries do the sensible thing, and don't go out at certain times. They also have tea and hot food, which I thoroughly agree with. Not English people! They drag you out in intense heat, feed you manky barbecue food and take you to see Morris dancers and other trivialities. THEN they complain when their skin turns red! Mad dogs, eh?
On the bright side, my washing on the line dries like billy-o! Er - thats it.