I’ve changed our bedding. The banished duvet has been replaced with crisp white sheets. This is because it’s suddenly summer.
The heat. Oh god. The hot hot heat with all of its hotness. I defies belief that I ever lived quite happily in Africa… or the Middle East… like, the actual desert. Because I am now well and truly acclimatised to England and its glorious non-weather.
As I’ve said before the UK doesn’t really do weather. We don’t have hurricanes or monsoons or (proper) snow or blistering heatwaves. We do non-weather. Like drizzle.
So when the temperatures suddenly soar (or plummet) we are unprepared. This is the only place I’ve lived where we can have months of rain and then get slapped with a hose pipe ban in the summer. Ah, that’s because it was the wrong kind of rain apparently (this is actually true).
Anyway, it’s now hot and I am hiding from it. This kind of weather does not favour the fair and freckled. See you in September!