As you may have gathered from a couple of recent posts, we are having a drop of fine weather here.

For the first time in many many years the sun is shining and temperatures are in the high twenties and climbing.  While some may sneer that the high twenties isn’t that much, it is quite an event in this grey godforsaken land, and add to that a high humidity and it feels like the high forties.  In other words – it is HOT.

Needless to say, those miseries in one of the cancer “charities” is whinging about skin cancer and are telling us all to wear sun tan lotion factor 5,000 and not to leave so much as a square centimetre exposed to sunlight.  Hats, sunglasses, long sleeves, the works.  If they had their way we would all be enjoying the sun wearing Arctic gear.  Some people are never happy unless they are miserable.

I have been waiting for someone to start screaming about Global Warming.  So far I haven’t heard a single mention which surprises me.  Normally whenever we have an unusual weather even such as snow or floods, they just shout that it’s the weather and not the climate and don’t we know the difference?  Why can’t they claim this heatwave is conclusive proof of Global Warming so I can scream their mantra back at them?

I feel sorry for the owners of sunbed salons – their trade must have dropped through the floor.  Actually, I don’t feel sorry at all.  The whole concept of sunbeds is just a pandering to the vanity of the brain-dead so they get what they deserve.

I feel sorry for the manufacturers of that ghastly orange “fake tan” gunk that is supposed to look like a tan but actually makes the wearer look like they have some horrible contagious ailment. Actually, I don’t really feel sorry for them either.

The people who I really do feel sorry for are those poor bastards who have shelled out a small fortune and spent days sitting around in airports so they can have a holiday in some spot that probably has less sun than Ireland at the moment.  They’ll come back with their expensive bragging rights shot to pieces by their co-workers who merely spent an afternoon sitting out in their back gardens.

In the meantime, I have run out of excuses not to do some stuff in the garden.  I’m off to grow myself a suntan that would be the envy of a Spaniard.

Not that I am vain enough to worry about a sun tan.

It’s just too hot to wear my Arctic gear.