Meditteranean Nights

My fitness levels have suffered a bit, mainly because this week it’s been too hot to go cycling. I’ll remind you that it’s the middle of September, then I’ll repeat that line again: IT’S BEEN TOO HOT TO GO CYCLING!! Amazing. I went into work early today. I was being a wonderful boss and covering someone’s shift so they could go to the dentist (or something, I can’t remember.) So I started at 6am. I walked out to my car at 5.40 and it was as hot as you would expect a mid-September day to be at midday. And I mean a really unseasonably HOT mid-September day. The news people on the radio - who seem convinced we are as interested in the comparison between the temperatures in the UK and other countries as we are in the comparison between boys and girls exam results - say we’ve been hotter this week than most of Spain, parts of North Africa and Mexico.
Who gives a shit? We’re not there, we’re here. And I can just enjoy the wonderful weather because we’ve got it, I don’t need to sweeten the deal by going ’Ha, ha. We’re hotter than you’ to some mystery faraway foreigner who a) couldn’t give a flying fig, b) isn’t aware of me anyway, and c) has better weather than us 355 days a year. 
Sorry if that sounded moany - I blame the heat.

RC 15-9-16