To put it succinctly, it is fucking hot.
I know there are people who will sneer and say they are used to temperatures nearing boiling point and that they’d be wearing overcoats in our temperatures, but for Ireland, this is reeely reeely hot. And humid. Which makes it seem even hotter.
We are all waiting to see if records can be beaten [33.3 degrees, set in 1887]. Until then of course they can’t mention Warble Gloaming. Currently we are around the thirty degree mark [Celsius, not Fahrenheit – I woudn’t call 30°F anything out of the ordinary]
The weather forecasters are of course carrying on their gloomy predictions. Never be happy if you can find something miserable to say.
So we are getting warnings about water be it sea, river or lake. Stay away from it. You’ll drown. Paddling pools should have no more than a quarter inch of water or you’ll drown. Don’t drive because the tar on the roads is melting and that’s dangerous. Keep out of the sun for fuck’s sake or you’ll instantly be turned into one big cancerous tumour. Keep drinking lots of water or you’ll dehydrate. Stop drinking water as the reservoirs are running dry. If you suffer from hay fever don’t breathe. Needless to say we are on one of our coloured alerts. I suppose they’ll be naming heatwaves next?
I had to go into Skobieville earlier to buy a tank. Not one of the type that has a gun unfortunately; more the type that holds water. It was miserable in the car even with the sun roof open and all the side windows down. I still baked and am now ready to be served up with roast potatoes and cabbage.
Tomorrow, maybe, comes the job of replacing the old tank on the roof with the new one. The old one is a galvanised one and is way past its sell-by. It’s rusting and on the point of springing several leaks. A bit like Herself actually. It’s going to be more than hot up there so I might give the job to someone else. I have melted enough for one week.
Anyway I have to go out again tomorrow. Daughter has to drop her car over to Spanner to fix the massive list of items that caused the car to fail its annual health test, and I have to bring her home again.
I told her she should have gone to Spanner first before the test, but would she listen?
Not a chance.