It’s the 19th June, for crying out loud.
I appreciate that it might be hot in Florida or Benidorm, but the temperature in Nottingham (Nottingham, of all places) is absolutely not supposed to be 28°C at quarter to midnight.
I don’t do hot weather. Warm I can handle. Slightly chilly – fine. Cold – optional but permissable. But mega-hot? No thank you.
I melt. Very quickly. And I don’t like it.
Turns out that the government has issued new guidelines of how to survive a heatwave. We need advice for that, now, do we?
Anyway – I think I’m going to take refuge in the freezer.
Durham…1155, and it’s still 25.3 degrees in my room. My window is wide open, and according to firefox, the outside temperature is 18 degrees, so why can’t it be that inside, hmm?
Fortunately it might get cooler as the week progresses…and more of the thunderstorms and torrential downpours that move the air about would be nice, even some wind, because then we could fly our kite.
I’m going to attempt to sleep now. Hah!
David