Angel Whispers

Hot Hot Hot

After one of the longest and wettest winters I can ever remember, England is now basking in a heatwave. I say basking, but some may describe it as suffering, This country does not handle extremities of weather conditions very well as it's rare we have any. Recent observations.

It has taken three days before sending out the armed forces to a fire raging on the Yorkshire Moors. This is a beautiful part of the country and the damage is pretty extensive. Our emergency services are stretched to the hilt and cannot deal with a situation like this.

Enough rain fell over the winter to fill every reservoir to overflowing, but already there are warnings of water shortages. Hose pipe bans and restrictions on water usage are bound to follow.

The Football World Cup means all men watching the matches leave their doors open in this heat, so the air is filled with orgasmic whoops and screams as games are won and lost. It also means the male species not built to wear skimpy attire will.

Trains are delayed and cancelled as the railway tracks expand in the heat and train drivers fail to report for duty.

Schools start cancelling Sport's Days and outside activities for fear of children overdosing on sunshine. They are frequently smothered in Factor 50 suncream. I realise protection is necessary, but in a country where warm weather is the exception rather than the rule I think we're a bit OTT about it.

As for me, I love it. The perfect excuse to not travel far, cancel housework or strenuous activity and catch up with reading outside. Bliss. I'm also using it as a rehearsal for my month in Arizona later in the year. Mind you, my phone has displayed a screen informing me its temperature is too high to use it until its cooled down. That's definitely a first.