From this very room, I'm watching my younger cat, with it's very thick coat, curled up sleeping contentedly on the roof of our shed, obviously lapping up the extra heat from the felt. Now, it's 73 fahrenheit today which is perhaps a tad hot in Scotland for the time of year, ( but I'm not getting into global warming and all that pish!) and wonder how the hell the daft animal can stand the heat. I kept on planting my sunflower seeds today anyhow - just to get the job over with - an have retreated to a cool room.
I'm also not long back from a trip to my local shop. As I walked through the door, looking like a red chubby stump, beads of sweat under my eyes, fringe sticking to my brow, holding litre bottles of flavoured water, I was asked:
"It's great isn't it? Can't wait for my shift to be over and get oot and aboot! You must be enjoying this weather...."
For an assistant who knows me fairly well, who's commented on my fair skin and red-blonde hair, I just couldn't understand what she actually thought caused my very dignified look, so I replied, (without sarcasm):
"Oh, yes. Loving every minute of it. I hope it continues for weeeeeeeeks!" (maybe just a little sarcastic, then...)
So why do most people assume that hot summer sun is enjoyed by everybody? It's not. I even have to take my holidays around the cooler months for the sake of enjoyment. My best friend this time of year is my rotating fan who follows me everywhere. Ah, well. If the appearance of one prick and I'd explode, doesn't speak for itself to some folk, I guess I'll just have to print a T-shirt with 'HURRY UP WINTER' in bold capitals sweeping across my warm front.