We Brits are well known for complaining about the weather. If it’s cold, we don’t like it. If it’s hot, we can’t cope with it. If it snows, we think it’s pretty initially, then a pain in the arse to drive in. Essentially, if it’s anything other than a mid-range temperature where you’re not hot but not cold (i.e. on extremely rare occasions), we will find something to complain about.
So I came home for the summer the weekend before last, having spent the majority of the past nine months in windy, windy Liverpool. Did I mention it’s windy up there? Anyway, so I come home and suddenly the country has a heat wave! It is not windy where I live. I honestly think my town could run for the least windy part of the UK. As I look out of my window at the trees right now, there are about four tree branches that are vaguely shifting maybe a couple of inches side to side. The rest of them? Still.
Anyway, this past weekend has been especially hot. 32C, or 89F, which may sound cool enough to those of you from countries that are meant to be hot, but heat in England is way hotter than heat in a hot country. I don’t know how it works, but our land and our buildings and the fact we only have heating, not air con, means we cannot cope.
I’ve adopted a fan in my room which hasn’t really been off much for the past week. And early on Saturday morning I woke up to a persistent flapping sound every few seconds. Turns out that the fan had loosened half of the blu tac holding up the poster I have above my head. There was some debate going on in my head – you know, do I leave it there and risk it falling on my face when I go back to sleep… and so I ended up standing on my pillow at half five in the morning, putting the poster back up.
Then on Sunday, father’s day here in the UK, I went to the outhouse to grab an ice lolly (that’s where we keep our freezer), when a spider came out of nowhere, and fell into the cleavage of the playsuit I was wearing, causing me to freak out. I thought it simply fell through from the top and out of the bottom, ’cause it’s a short playsuit, but I wasn’t 100% sure. So I go back inside, place the lolly on the counter, and then notice it crawling up out of my cleavage! I’m an arachnophobe, if you don’t know, and so there was much squealing and flapping around, then it ended up in my hair and there was more squealing and flapping around, until eventually it fell onto the floor.
And finally, today, I checked behind my curtain, where there was a new candle I’d forgotten existed, which had melted from the heat and sun coming through my window, leaving a huge puddle of wax on hte windowsill… What’s been happening this week?!
Either way, I’m trying to be productive in this jobless time, and have been working on my writing. Not blog writing yet, but other writing, and I feel like I’ve been making good progress. Hopefully I’ll get this project I’m working on done soon enough, and then I’ll probably be able to focus more on other things. For now, I’m just typing away.