I never dreamed I’d see the day when I’d be wishing away the sunshine and heat in favor of the English rain but, my friends, that day has come.
Sunday and Monday were England’s hottest days so far this year and, while I’m no stranger to a 90 degree day, it’s one thing when you’re in North Carolina and you’re set up for it: a/c in your car, a/c in your house, a/c in every shop/restaurant/doctor’s office. England doesn’t see many days like this, so no one has air conditioning, and they certainly don’t have any swimming pools.
Not to mention, our (and Adlai’s) bedroom is on the top floor of our flat. And heat rises. Are you pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down?
When it’s too hot to put your baby down for a nap…it’s just too dang hot.
So I was happy – no, ecstatic – yesterday when the heavens opened up and released a heavy, cooling rain. I got a lot of flack for it from people who claimed I was turning British by complaining about the heat but, British or not, I prefer the sound of rain on my kitchen skylights over the sizzle of my bare legs on our leather sofa.
And, I apologize for not blogging before today. I briefly considered writing my Obsessions post on Monday but, to be honest, the only thing I was obsessed with was not letting any two parts of my sweltering hot body touch each other.