VIEWPOINT
Jenni Murray
While some Brits may enjoy basking in summer’s increasingly hot weather, all our columnist wants to do is cool down
Summer. How we all look forward to those lazy, hazy days of relaxing in the garden in the skimpiest of garments, feeling the warm sun filling us with vitamin D. There’ll be a lovely, gentle temperature of maybe 75⁰F (sorry, I don’t do centigrade, but I’ve looked it up and it’s 23⁰C) and it’s bringing nothing but comfort and warmth. The grass is green, the roses are blooming, all is well with the world.
Heat, as we’ve been having recently, is a whole different ball game. In June, I wilted visibly in 90.14⁰F (32.3⁰C). The grass was brown and dry, the roses were exhausted, and I couldn’t leave the house for fear of being burned to a crisp. The dogs couldn’t be walked because the pavements would burn their little feet. It was even uncomfortable to drive my new Mini Convertible with the roof down. Air-con in the car and powerful fans all over the house were the only saviours of my sanity.