Wow, I think I’m actually melting.
It is so hot, (in the 30s again!) and so difficult to do anything productive at all. I have to make a birthday cake, so cycled up to the supermarket on my bike, and spent quite a lot of time standing next to the chiller cabinet.
I would have got in, if I could.
Outside, at the bike rack, I had a long discussion with an old man about my bicycle panniers. (Lidl, £10). The sweat was dripping off his nose onto the ground as he bent over to inspect them.
The little children in the precinct were whooping and shrieking, running in and out of the fountains in their pants.
The mothers sat watching, in sunglasses, with legs stretched out.
The guy who used to sweep our street raised a languid arm to wave as I pedalled past, and only just managed a smile, which is unlike him.
I tried to get home expending as little energy and yet creating as much breeze as possible. I sang maroon 5 songs all the way.
Don’t judge me. It’s the heat.*
*It’s actually not. Maroon 5 are cool.
** This drawing was from life class yesterday. I like it a lot.