The thermometer in our garden on Tuesday morning.
“I used the aircon in my car for the first time ever yesterday. I don’t care about the extra petrol. Opening the windows just made it hotter.”“Sam’s staying up late again tonight. There’s no point him trying to get to sleep in a 30 degree bedroom.”“My brain has turned to mush. I keep staring at the screen and not making any sense of what I’m writing.”“I work in a brand new building, but there’s no aircon because they wanted it to be green.”“They’re gritting the roads with sand to stop the tarmac melting.”
A selection of utterances that spluttered from my sweaty lips on Monday and Tuesday this week.
Meanwhile, I repeatedly had other people reminding me how the heatwave of 1976 was much hotter or grumbling that “we’re just not set up for extreme weather in this country – they manage it much better in other parts of the world”.
Turns out both statements are inaccurate.
Still, the school holidays start next week. And for the first time in my 11 year teaching career, I will be off with Sam for the full six weeks. (Insert “bloody teachers!” comment here.) You can guarantee it’ll be chucking it down from Monday…
Ben suggested I play this. It’s the obvious suggestion, but sometimes the obvious suggestion is best.
On the other hand, I could have gone with this...
A very different kind of heatwave!
ReplyDeleteGreat news about the 6 weeks holiday - another fantastic reason to have changed jobs.
Bloody teachers!
ReplyDeleteWe have less holidays than you!
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