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Okay, so this is the part where I lay myself open to the ridicule of all my buddies from warmer climes, but I'm past caring.
It's been 30+ degrees here in the southern UK for over a week now, and the phrase 'too bloody hot' can be heard ringing throughout the nation. We're at the stage where the red top newspapers start having headlines like 'phew, what a scorcher!', and the whole country goes into a kind of semi-conscious torpor because no-one can get any sleep.
I've never managed heat very well, but since hitting the dreaded menopause, my tolerance for any ambient temperature above 20 degrees is non-existent. And believe me that creates some serious conflicts e very time I see a new picture of Jensen!
I've spent all my time, when not at work, sitting in the garden, and on Sunday it got so bad, I spent most of the afternoon and evening sitting with my feet in a bucket of cold water!
And yes, I know you lovely peeps who function magnificently in the kind of temperatures that woud have me climbing into the nearest refrigerator must think I'm a complete and utter wuss.
I am!
While sitting in the garden yesterday, we noticed a big old cloud building over the back of our house, and we thought it may be a harbinger of a nice thumping big thunderstorm, which would hopefully clear the air. It was so fascinating watching this thing building and brewing over the top of us, Mr D got this great little video of it.
Unfortunately, as impressive as cloud was, it amounted to the sum total of sod all, and I'm still sitting here steaming like a fumerole tonight!
It's been 30+ degrees here in the southern UK for over a week now, and the phrase 'too bloody hot' can be heard ringing throughout the nation. We're at the stage where the red top newspapers start having headlines like 'phew, what a scorcher!', and the whole country goes into a kind of semi-conscious torpor because no-one can get any sleep.
I've never managed heat very well, but since hitting the dreaded menopause, my tolerance for any ambient temperature above 20 degrees is non-existent. And believe me that creates some serious conflicts e very time I see a new picture of Jensen!
I've spent all my time, when not at work, sitting in the garden, and on Sunday it got so bad, I spent most of the afternoon and evening sitting with my feet in a bucket of cold water!
And yes, I know you lovely peeps who function magnificently in the kind of temperatures that woud have me climbing into the nearest refrigerator must think I'm a complete and utter wuss.
I am!
While sitting in the garden yesterday, we noticed a big old cloud building over the back of our house, and we thought it may be a harbinger of a nice thumping big thunderstorm, which would hopefully clear the air. It was so fascinating watching this thing building and brewing over the top of us, Mr D got this great little video of it.
Unfortunately, as impressive as cloud was, it amounted to the sum total of sod all, and I'm still sitting here steaming like a fumerole tonight!
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The thing is, England is just not built for hot weather, so when you get a run of it, you genuinely can't deal with it. The houses heat up (a great thing in cold weather when you need to maintain heat) but when it's hot for days on end, you can't cool them down quickly enough. I was gobsmacked my first trip back to England as an adult to find that most people didn't even have flyscreens! How are you supposed to keep your windows open overnight to let the house cool down without flyscreens? And who has air conditioning in England? Nobody, that's who. Anyway, hope you get a nice cool change soon. It will be a welcome relief. :)
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I'm sure you can relate :D
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