Over-baked

Hannah and I were chuckling about the British tendency to complain about extreme heat and cold (none of which are really extreme), usually within the space of around thirty minutes.

You will never hear me complain about the heat. Someone said to me today he was ‘trying not to die of heatstroke’. It was a tad on the dramatic side. Sure, I was a bit moist in bed last night, but what’s the alternative? Freeze one’s nads off with temperatures hovering at a permanent 3 degrees? I’ll take sweat-filled nights and glorious days any time. Let’s enjoy it while we can as summer often feels like it’s over in the blink of an eye. An eye into which is dripping salty sun-creamy sweat.