We are experiencing “Summer” here in Ireland.
It started a couple of days ago and is expected to last a few more days yet, when presumably it will revert to it’s normal damp greyness.
Anyhows, the temperature where I am sitting [in the shade] is currently 25C [or 72F in old money], which is almost as warm as yesterday when it hit 26 [78 in old money]. Now I know a lot if you will sneer at this and will doubtless tell me that is considered a piffling temperature where you live, but you have to take two things into consideration – humidity [or humility as some around here call it] is high so it feels a lot more like the mid thirties only a lot stickier, and also the simple fact that we aren’t used to this.
In France, most holidays were spent in the mid thirties.
Humility Humidity was a hell of a lot lower though so it was very comfortable and really didn’t feel that hot at all, until the skin started going crisp and peeling off. Here today it feels like the same temperature but the only thing peeling off is the sweat.
Usually we would take our wee break down in West Cork during the first two weeks of June. This year, if we had gone we would have had two weeks of normal Summer, as I gather it rained for a fair few days, and blue wasn’t a colour you would associate with the sky. Then we would have returned home just at the fine weather started which, to put it mildly, would have been a right bummer.
Mind you, the hottest day in the Manor so far was last Friday. Here the temperature soared and even in the late evening we were gasping for breath with all the windows and doors open. It just got hotter and hotter.
Then I remembered Thursday’s power cut.
Yup. The fucking central heating had powered up into its default state and had been running at full blast all day.
So, in comparison, it’s quite cool today.