Anyone Else Wilting?

[barry1010]

I am shattered, drained after a very poor night's sleep. I'd be fine if I could spend the day lounging by the pool, under a parasol but there is always something to be done.  Oh, I don't have a pool, either.

Hope everyone else is able to make the most of this glorious weather

[wolf63]

Move to Scotland!

[douglas9401]

Steady there!

That just swaps moaning about the heat for moaning about the wind, rain and cold

It gets even worse when our summer's over. 😃

[wolf63]

I haven't seen the Sun yet; it is grey and miserable outside.  It isn't cold but it is most certainly not summer weather.

[jourdain2]

Well we don't have a pool, or parasol - or anything really except a South-facing conservatory, which saves us a fortune in Winter but intensifies the heat in Summer.  We have a well insulated house which holds the heat - so wehave been very careful not to let it get over-warm.

  We are living as we lived in France in the heat. Windows closed.  Curtains facing the sun are pulled and opened when the sun is past.  So we are enjoying the weather OK - just making sure that we are in and out quickly, a fan is on and the heat is kept outside so we can live in relative coolness. 

I'm assuming you are not sleeping under a duvet? A sheet is fine.  Bonne chance!  :)

[Arksided]

oh yes... blimey the local shop have sold out of my usual beers so thought I'd venture further afield into the "Village" high street half hour extra walk... just back I'm melting. West Yorkshire.

[Lie-in King]

East Sussex - too hot for me, though for the first time today there's a bit of breeze coming through.  Dreadful night last night, couldn't get settled at all.

[barry1010]

I've been sleeping under a sheet for a few weeks, I can't abide being overheated in bed.

My south facing curtains and windows are closed during the day.  Fans on.

Thankfully the casseroles my oldsters were expecting because it is Wednesday were already cooked and just needed reheating.  Poached egg on toast for me and my wife, that's enough.

Usually the neighbours' children would be playing outside now, in the woods at the back of the garden or in their paddling pool but it is deathly quiet.  Not even the birds are singing. 

[ferlew]

East Yorkshire here, I am actually feeling quite comfy. Wearing jeans and a sweater and woolly socks. I do suffer with underactive thyroid and Reynaud's so the cold bothers me more than the heat does.

[ferlew]

To add .... also another layer of a light quilted jacket which I nearl always wear indoors.

[Khandro]

31 degrees forecast here tomorrow.

In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
To tear their clothes off and persprie.
It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.

The native grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously definitely nuts!

Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun,
The Japanese don't care to.
The Chinese wouldn't dare to,
Hindoos and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one.
But Englishmen detest a siesta.
In the Philippines
There are lovely screens
To protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States
There are hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon
The natives swoon
And no further work is done.
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.

It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete,
They're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he
Will impale his solar topee on a tree.

It seems such a shame
When the English claim
The earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth.

Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit
Can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun.
They put their Scotch or Rye down
And lie down.
In a jungle town
Where the sun beats down
To the rage of man and beast
The English garb
Of the English sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok
At twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.

Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit
Deplores this foolish habit.
In Hongkong
They strike a gong
And fire off a noonday gun
To reprimand each inmate
Who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps
Where the python romps
There is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous
Lie around and snooze;
For there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal
To move at all
Is seldom, if ever done.
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday
out in the midday
out in the midday
out in the midday
out in the midday
out in the midday
out in the midday sun.

[barry1010]

Not this mad dog, I burn badly and peel like an old, wrinkled onion.  I'm told it is not an attractive look.

[Khandro]

Noel coward, the master, of course.

[Barmaid]

Not too bad.  This house is wonderfully cool.  We keep the curtains/blinds and windows closed during the day and then open the windows in the evening.

Only problem is I cannot have the windows open at night since the cats would jump out.

[Atheist]

The trick is to stop the sun's rays before they hit the window glass. Then to keep the windows closed to stop the outside hot air from entering. The French know about this, but their English neighbours think they are mad to lock themselves inside in the darkness. French houses are often built with thick walls that stop the interiors from heating up, but keep the heat in during cold weather.

We will eventually learn the tricks when the weather gets hotter. Sun-facing walls must be shut off.