Heat Wave
It’s been hot here recently and everyone is so happy. The women are so excited to get out their sundresses and sandals. The men are looking for any excuse to take of their shirts and expose their blindingly white chests to the world. People here aren’t accustomed to the sun. That’s evidenced by the beet red arms and faces I see shopping for produce in the grocery store. My husband jokes that he’s the only Englishman who actually wears sunscreen.
This inability to handle all this sunny weather was even more evidenced by the front page of the paper the other day. The headline read, “Hot Stuff: Experts issue warning as hundreds flock to parks to take advantage of sweltering temperatures.” Sweltering? The article contains a list of things to do to beat the heat, like stay in during the hottest hours of the day, drink plenty of water, check on elderly neighbors, so forth.
After reading this article, I started to wonder how hot it really was. I really didn’t think it was hot enough to issue warnings about anything. Granted most people don’t have air conditioning, but still. So I decided to look online to see what the temperature was. I’m still not good with Celsius so I looked it up and Fahrenheit. Do you know what the high was yesterday? It was 85 degrees Fahrenheit. Yesterday was just as “sweltering” as any of the other day over that past few weeks. At 85 degrees I still get goosebumps when a breeze blows. I can still wear long sleeves at 85 degrees. Maybe I’m just an expert at beating the heat.
As soon as I finished writing this, my husband walked into the room and said, “It’s so hot in here.” Then he took off his shirt.
Hot? I have goosebumps and was actually considering putting something else on.
