Thursday, July 20, 2006

It's true. We British only ever talk about the weather.

Coughing on a pubic hair. Getting a splinter under one of your fingernails. Having an insect fly into your eye (happened to me this morning, actually). Eating some breakfast cereal without realising the milk has gone off. Getting really bad cramp in your calf. Listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

All deeply unpleasant experiences.

But not as bad as this heat we’ve been having. Awful. I’m not one for hot weather really. Sweating profusely and not being able to sleep properly? Not really my idea of a good time. Oh, it’s not so bad if you’re in the Mediterranean somewhere, sat by a pool with a cold drink. I can live with that. But living and working in London, using public transport, working for one of the few companies left in the City that enforces business dress? No. This is terrible.

Thankfully, it’s a bit cooler today. There’s a strange thing called a “breeze” which helps too. But really, bring on autumn.

5 comments:

Geoff Champagne said...

A week on and the heat's still here! Will it ever end?

Citizen Sane said...

Bastard heat!

ph said...

My bees hate the heat - all the flowers have wilted

Citizen Sane said...

Your bees? You keep bees?

Do you wear them like a big beard?

ph said...

Only as a disguise