It’s very hot today and I am now well into my grumpy “I hate summer” persona. I’m sitting in my lounge with three – yes, THREE – fans twirling the air as hard as they can, and my poor attic flat is still roasting away under the sun like the Kalahari Desert in July.
I hate this time of year. In fact, I hate this time of year all the way to October. One day I’ll get my act together and spend winters in the UK and summers in New Zealand, but until then I’m going to have to suffer.
However, I am a little tickled by the fact my fans keep making the cape on the toy Superman figure behind my TV billow out behind him like he’s flying. It’s a small silver lining, true, but it’s all I have.
I hope you’re enjoying the sun, even if I’m not.
(Weirdo summer-worshipping freaks…)