It is very hot here. I know it is probably hot where you are too and those of you who live in really hot countries are probably thinking how wimpish we are with our inability to cope with temperatures nudging a mere 30C every day.
The reason we can't cope are many and varied. Our homes aren't designed for hot weather; no shutters, small windows or thick walls. We don't have air con in most buildings and if we do it breaks down if it has to work too hard. We don't have summer clothes suitable for work (I have a linen shift dress which I liked very much until I saw a photograph of myself wearing it and realised that it looks like a crumpled nightdress after 15 minutes wear). Our tube trains have no cooling systems and, as we hear ad nauseum, it would be illegal to transport animals in such conditions.
I went to the theatre last night after work to the Arcola which is a small theatre in Dalston. The seats are raked round the stage so it feels very intimate. At one point I thought the male lead was going to sit on my knee. It was boiling. There were two fans in each corner of the stage with bowls of melting ice in front of them. Almost everyone in the audience was fanning themselves with their programmes which must have been distracting for the actors. Some members of the audience were young and achingly hip and probably believed they were having a quintessentially London experience. Steamy weather, fringe theatre, Hackney! It reminded me of my youth when I worked at Riverside Studios.
Traybake and Soda Farl have gone to Iceland - average temperature every day 11C. I have been left in charge of the gardens. When I got home last night I was staggering round in the dark with a watering can. I will have to spend hours watering today to make up for my neglect last night. The lawn which is pretty bad at the best of times is now brown and crunchy - at least it doesn't need cutting.
I have absolutely nothing planned for this weekend.
(The photograph is from a few years ago. It always cheers me up to look at it.)