So I was down on the beach at a quarter to six this morning.
The sun had not even peeped over the mountain yet.
There was not another soul on the beach.
For the first ten minutes.
Everything was pink and pearly.
Even at that time,however, I could feel that today was going to be stifling.
And it is.
The TV is full of warnings about heatwaves.
As are the newspapers.
And February is supposed to be our hottest month.
Our electricity provider is taking strain.
Too many people using air conditioners.
I am usually too mean to use the a/c in my car.
I had it on at seven o’clock this morning!
I might just move into my car.
Mex likes to believe that you should keep the house all closed up to keep the heat out.
I believe you should open everything up.
Knock a couple of holes in the wall if necessary.
I had hardly sat down at my computer last night and the sweat was pouring off me.
I know ladies perspire.
Make of that what you will.
As soon as Mex headed for bed I opened everything I could.
I am sure,as soon as I left for work, Mex was frantically battening down the hatches again.
And cursing me.
Tonight is going to be worse.
There is no breeze whatsoever.
Teenager stabbed to death thirteen times.
The bugger just wouldn’t stay dead?
Kept coming back to life?
His killers must have been completely spooked.
Now back to work.