It almost seems churlish to complain about the weather when it has been so unusually clement. Certainly, there have been downpours aplenty, but overwhelmingly it has been warm. Hot even. But more precisely, muggy, clammy and/or humid also fit the bill - and that's the worst kind of hot.
Both m'beloved and myself fair badly in muggy weather: grumpy, sweaty, short-tempered and impatient with the world, we are not great company in high humidity. There can be no move to Sydney for us, no journeys to rainforests, no waiting for the monsoons in the far east. No, we are temperate people, who like cooling breezes and air that is made from air and not soup.
Worse still, m'beloved is completely slain by IIH in the relentlessly humid weather, as opposed to the more usual almost unbearably debilitated, so neither of us look at the weather reports with huge glee (I have no medical reason, of course, I'm merely fat and grumpy...)
Anyhow, the long and the short of it is, I've not written much recently what with being a weather-opppressed miserablist of the highest order, m'beloved's poorliness and work being the kind of soul-destroying grind that even Dante would have blenched at when conceiving of Purgatory and Hell. I do apologise. And I will attempt to write something more... "more" soon.
Hope you are well. Warm, isn't it?
2 comments:
That tickled me! Yes, it is warm and humidity levels (83%) have been close to those in South India (95%). There endeth the weather report from East London. Hoping cooler stuff finds you QRx
I like the 'idea' of summer but definitely prefer the cooler weather.
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