It’s been the hottest day of the year in some parts of Britain today. I’m not sure whether this has been the case in Lancaster, UK, where I have spent most of today, but it certainly felt like it to me.
Today I have been to a wedding, which was very nice (I wish my sister in law and her husband all the best). It’s been a lovely day, the sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky… But I’m sat here praying for a thunderstorm.
People automatically assume that people with illnesses like mine suffer during cold weather, and feel better in warm weather. But this isn’t always the case. I love winter. Cold weather doesn’t affect me, and up until I started using a walking stick, I loved snow. In hot weather, I feel like death warmed up. I can’t control my temperature, and I hurt all over. At least when it’s cold you can put more on. there is only so much I can take off to keep cool before I get arrested for indecent exposure and trust me, you do not want to see that. Right now, I am
a) Praying for a thunderstorm
b) Wanting to emigrate to the Arctic Circle
The next person who says I must be feeling better in this hot weather better be able to out run me (tbh it’s not hard).
Now please excuse me whilst I go and find a chest freezer to lie in.