Phew, what a scorcher. We’ve been experiencing a heatwave in Northern Ireland this last week, with the temperature reaching 31.4 degrees celsius. That’s the highest figure ever recorded in our wee country. Shops have been selling out of fans and sun cream while ice cream sales are going through the roof. These amateurs who only eat ice cream when it’s hot. Pffffffftttt. Meanwhile the beaches and coastal resorts have been packed.
I’m no fan of extreme heat and spent most of last week in an air conditioned office trying to meet a report writing deadline. Thankfully I did, but I missed the dubious sights of Northern Irish folk flaunting around Belfast city centre in their ‘summer wardrobes.’ There are some sights that cannot be unseen, that’s all I’m saying. Pasty stick insects who think they’re Jason Statham were rampant.
I’m off this week and the temperatures have cooled to much more acceptable levels. This is the middle ground I prefer. I cut a sorry figure on the beach last weekend, reduced to ‘that’ middle-aged man in an ill-fitting football top and shorts. I prefer to conceal my less than Adonis-like figure beneath layers of hooded tops and jeans. I’ll leave the Speedos and skimpy bikinis to those with much more positive body images.
A few of my fellow tweeters scoffed at my temperature quoting. Where they live, 31.4C is positively chilly. It’s little wonder my dream holiday destinations are places like Norway, Iceland, and Alaska. Not forgetting my slight obsession with all things Greenland. So today’s question is, how hot is it where you are? And by that, I mean weather-wise. No ‘50 Shades of Grey’ responses required please.
Have a great day wherever you are.