So The Temperature Hit 37C (and I Melted)

[davidgillon]

(aka 98.6F)

I had a late lunch on the patio, French windows completely open, book, nice glass of wine. Bliss

But come 4PM I felt like I needed a break from the sun, so came inside, did a few minutes on the computer, then decided "Nope, I need a nap for an hour", so stretched out on my face on the bed.

It was pretty much 9PM when I woke up. Whoops. Not only was my neck unhappy with being stuck in one position for 5 hours, but the french windows were still completely wide to the world. Double whoops. Thank god my back garden is secluded.

Now not only do I have to contend with the heat when I try to sleep tonight, but with already having had 5 hours.

In a totally unrelated discussion with my sister.

Her: "There's a hose being raffled. Do you want £10 worth".

Me: "A hose?!? Sure you don't mean a horse*?"

Her: "A house! They're emigrating and can't sell. Fruppint autocript!"

* Bishop Auckland has a reputation of being the stray horse capital of the country. This is not a joke.

Comments

[davidgillon]

AFAICT that's the first time I've learned your exactish location, which I'm deliriously happy to learn hosts a statue of Stan Laurel.

Well, that's my exactish location when I'm up in Durham, normally I'm in Chatham, which as part of the Medway Towns with Rochester is forever Dickens territory.

And yes, there's a statue of Stan Laurel, rather a good one, IMO. His parents ran the Eden Theatre when he was growing up, IIRC. Other locals you may have heard of include a certain Mr Dixon, who had a friend called Mason.