A tropical heatwave.

Scarily the Marilyn Monroe version was two years before I was born and the original – Ethel Merman – sixteen years before that!

But seemed appropriate in the super-seasonal weather we’ve been having this last week.

Temperatures in excess of 25C are quite rare in the area and a period of upper 20s and even 31C has been “sticky” if nothing else.

And the nights have been unrelenting too.

Hasn’t but briefly got down under 20C before it’s daylight and off we go again.

And don’t get me going about humidity.

It’s TRYING to have a thunderstorm outside as I type.

We had 10 minutes of rain – during our lunchtime walk of course.

Just enough to p*ss you off but not enough to cool anything down.

And ever since, mostly cloudy and rumble, rumble, rumble…

So I’m just a touch cream crackered – again.

Two Zoom meetings, a (complicated) telephone conversation with a prospect who did not have English as their first language and a get a bank account transferred into joint names day (so far) has done NOTHING to help!

I’ve just recovered from a swift nap without too much fogginess between the ears and thought I needed to get the blog done in the short window before brain death happens again.

Of course I had a myriad ideas earlier, none of which have survived so I’m making this up as I go along.

Not much changes there then I hear you cry.

And I’m NOT going to dispute that.

Heatwave, temperature’s rising.

Had my first ever 1-2-1 with a (former) London bus driver yesterday.

Always amuses me how some people hold on to their accent after years away.

Reminds me of many years ago in one of Lorraine’s previous (business) lives where the receptionist came from North East Scotland, the area around Aberdeen.

And people used to phone the company just to listen to her voice – a wonderful soft lilt.

Still.

I often wondered whether other countries do accents like the UK (they do).

But of course the average Brit is so bad at learning foreign languages that most of us don’t realise that they do.

I have to admit to being terrible at foreign languages myself in the main.

French, Latin and German at school gave way to Maths, Physics and Chemistry as soon as possible and I was still doing sciences at Uni.

Often wondered why.

It was the same with English literature.

Got out of that by doing history but in the years since I’ve discovered a great love of certain areas of the classics. I can drop quite substantial (mis?)quotes of Shakespeare nowadays.

To be or not to be? That is the question.

Hamlet, not piglet – that was Winnie the Pooh.

And William S’s son was called Hamnet.

So was the son named after the play, the play named after the son or is the similarity merely coincidence?

Lots of stuff to Google there (other browsers are available).

Not many heatwave s in Hamlet though 🤓

Just WISH it would get on and rain.

Heatwave is all very well but not with the humidity.

We went to Luxor in Egypt many years ago.

Temperatures of high 30s and even into the 40s at noon.

Tours to the Valley of the Kings – out in an unrelenting, burning desert.

The ruins of Karnak complete with inquisitive lizards.

But at least the sweat generally evaporated before it had time to trickle down your neck.

Well that will do for today.

Early dinner because of book club for Lorraine…

Absolute heatwave – Karnak Temple, Luxor Image by jarekgrafik from Pixabay