Too Hot!

Just imagine there’s a picture here of an Englishman melting into a puddle. I am not running any renders today!

I’ve even seen reports of this turning up on late night shows in the US, so I think most are aware that it’s HOT in Europe. Worse, it’s HOT in Manchester! That’s like saying the Antarctic ice cap just melted. We don’t do hot in Manchester. We do damp and overcast with potential for torrential rain.

The temperature on my garden thermometer seems to have peaked at 37.5 C. That’s 99.5 F for those who refuse to use SI units. I’ve been hotter. I went out at two pm. in summer in Scottsdale, AZ. I regretted it, but I could go back to an air conditioned hotel room (and wonder whether the people sunbathing beside the pool could actually be heard sizzling). We do not do air con in the UK. My office is at thirty degrees. I give up.

I’m having a little problem with writer’s block at the moment, and progress is slow. I’ve started at least four books and stopped again with problems about knowing where to go with them. I started another yesterday which I’m hopeful about, but today, I can’t think! I’ve written a sentence. I’ve also drawn a map because drawing pretty pictures doesn’t take as much brainpower. I may try taking my laptop down and working in the kitchen, because it’s cooler, but it’s also possible that I just give up until tomorrow.

We need to fix climate change, like yesterday.

On a side note. Well, sort of a side note. In the Fox books, most of southern Europe has been evacuated because they don’t have water to keep the population going and it’s too hot for humans to function properly. I thought I was being a bit pessimistic, to be honest. Watching the coverage of the weather and wild fires in France and Spain, I feel like one of my dire predictions is more likely than I thought. I hate it when I’m right.