Of all the things I hate, being hot comes right at the top of the list. Probably because with most of the things I hate there’s someone to blame so I can get some sort of release, but the sun isn’t being stupid or thoughtless, it’s just doing its usual thing. And the clouds aren’t deliberately evaporating and the wind isn’t blowing half-heartedly on purpose. There’s just a whole load of natural factors all happening at the same time making it TOO BLOODY HOT!
So now I’m hiding indoors with all the blinds down and the windows on the sunny side shut, half delirious in the heat, fantasising about being the filling in an ice cream sandwich. Please don’t invite me anywhere because there’s no way I’m going outside again until the cooler hours of the morning.
If proof were needed that it’s officially too hot – Argos has sold out of all their air conditioning units in London. I’m wondering if it’s worth spending a few hundred quid and getting a proper wall-mounted unit. Would it be an extravagance worth shelling out for? At this moment, I’m inclined to think it would.
For now, I’ll just have to make do with looking through the Lonely Planet Finland guide that was on the doormat when I came home and dreaming of cooler days to come.