The coolest dude in town
The dreaded day has arrived.
This is the day they have been warning us about and the meeja are going frantic. They are all predicting “record temperatures” and “the hottest day of the Summer”. The radio earlier was inviting expert guests on to advise us how to cope during this catastrophic period. What it all boils down to [pun intended] is to stay cool and drink lots of fluids. Thank God I don’t have to buy a licence to listen to the bleedin’ obvious.
Next Door Neighbour is very concerned about us wrinklies and keeps texting me to make sure we haven’t melted, which is very nice of her. I just texted back that we were thinking of taking a drive over to Brittas Bay. The poor woman nearly had a heart attack and I had to hastily reassure her that I was only kiddin’ and that Brittas Bay was the last place I wanted to be today. For some reason the entire population of the east coast seems to think it’s a great place to go on a sunny day. I imagine there are still traffic jams of people trying get home after yesterday. And I really must stop winding up Next Door Neighbour. It’s not nice.
I just checked windy.com. It looks like Wicklow is under cloud [which I confirmed by looking out the window] and that rain is on the way. This is not supposed to happen and the meeja are going to have problems explaining the unexpected. There is actually a nice breeze wafting in the doors at the moment, though I do admit it’s quite a hot breeze, but it is a breeze nonetheless. Penny is happily asleep in her bed and Herself is relaxing in front of a fan. The temperature in the room has just dropped from 26 to 25 [Celsius, of course. Those figures in Farenheit would be weird]. I don’t think any records will be broken here today though they may have better luck in some other county.
They keep telling us that these hot days will become the norm in the future. We are supposed to get more of them and they’ll be even hotter. I think that’s supposed to terrify me into scrapping my car and central heating. They forget that the summer will actually turn into autumn and even winter, where God forbid, it will be cold.
Waterford Whispers nicely sums up the news today.
Rained here in Devon this morning. They didn’t forecast that.
I suspect the last paragraph of the Whisperer article is probably true
“It looks like Wicklow is under cloud”
Would you PLEASE send some of it over my way? There’s been unbroken sunshine here since breakfast time, and just before my (mostly shaded) outside thermometer catches the late afternoon sun it was registering 39C. And hardly a breath of wind from the coast, to make things more bearable, either…
But just think how you can tell the Great Grandkids how you survived the great 2022 Meltdown?
Waterford whisperer, my new favourite media outlet
I went shopping this morning and then had lunch with a friend before returning to my mother’s house to discuss work with the builders, who seemed to be working as normal. It was 35 degrees and no-one melted.
Clear blue sky here in Oregon’s high desert. Nice breeze, warm but pleasant.
Colder temperatures kill more than hotter ones.
So, we can expect shock-horror-nobody-knew-this-was-going-to-happen articles soon about Europe shivering due to those nasty Russkies shutting off the gas. In the summer. Before the Autumn. With months to prepare.
I wonder if the average (mental) age of these ‘journalists’ is about 13 – they’re almost all ignorant and fact-free in their eructations.
Most “journalism” these days seems to be just Copy and Paste.
One warm day of 29c (Monday 18th July) over here in Mayo. The following day (Tuesday) was back down to 17c and cloudy. What heat wave?
Welcome to Irish weather! It’ll probably snow tomorrow.