I’m northern. I can’t take the heat. I miss the sea breeze.
It’s too hot to take photos.
It’s too hot to write conherent posts.
It’s too hot for FB to sleep (3.15 onwards this morning. Luckily his dad took over at 5 am so I am not a total heap on the floor.)
It’s pretty much too hot to craft, though I’m making limp attempts.
It’s too hot to think about food, but I’m breastfeeding, so I’m always hungry.
We’re off to sit under a tree with friends. In the shade, with fruit and lots of water.
I can’t wait for it to rain over the weekend. Seriously. Then maybe my brain will start working again.
Indeed – I love this weather (I got enough rain back in Bolton to last a lifetime) but I do find that I mainly want to lie on the grass and go to sleep!
So true. I’m no longer actively melting (Oxford is slightly hotter than here, certainly inside), but I was not built (or bred) for this weather. Rain would be lovely 🙂
It’s ok if it’s just you – and nothing much to do but hot weather and small children just don’t go mix.