It wouldn’t be very British of us if we didn’t mention the weather in daily conversation. We Brits love a good old moan or natter about our ever-changing heat and humidity throughout the year. We are a nation proud to be tea drinkers and weather ‘experts’. It’s just in our nature.
I don’t know about you, but I am glowing my fluffy bunny tail off over here. I am literally drenched in perspiration! (Horses SWEAT, Men PERSPIRE, and Ladies GLOW) Not a pleasant sight. I don’t help matters by wearing dark colours, I can’t help it. I am not a pastel kind of bunny. Light colours don’t look good on me. I have been living in my summer dress, black of course and drinking water by the bucketful. It is most important that you stay hydrated in this heat and wear a ton of sun-tan lotion to avoid that nasty cooked lobster look. Not classy is it?
Since this pain in the butt heatwave struck, I have been stressing about our son who is 18 months in a few days. I am constantly making sure he is drinking enough fluids, is covered in sunscreen, basically doing everything I can to help him stay cool which involves nearly every day spent in the garden playing with water and being in the shade. He seems to be fine and loving it whereas my husband and I hate, hate the heat! We are creatures of the night and love the coldness of winter. I suppose if we were a family in Game Of Thrones we would be the Starks, but hopefully without all the death. I would love a dire wolf!! I’m getting off topic now… Anyway, our son seems to be coping with the weather, us not so much. It’s the worst at night when all you want to do is sleep but just can’t because it’s too damned hot! AGHHHH Bring on the thunderstorms and rain I say. I have actually been listening to rain sounds on YouTube to convince myself that it’s cooler than it is. No success as yet though.
I hope you are all surviving, dear readers, and if you are one of those strange people who enjoy this kind of heat…(why?) The sun I can understand, I love sunny days but the heat, not so much. I am off to attempt some more reading in the garden while melting into a big puddle of sweat. I shall leave you with this lovely little song…HOT IN THE CITY TONIGHT!
Hop hop wiggle wiggle