We're in the middle of a heatwave in Oxfordshire. I've been sucking down ice cubes, sitting in front of an electric fan, and wearing only my underwear to bed at night. I'm a sticky sweaty mess, but just so we're clear, I'm not complaining - I'm totally LOVING it! After getting cheated out of a proper summer last year, England's own Mother Nature is finally making it up to me.
When I left work today, my car dash said the outside temperature was 29 celsius (84 fahrenheit) so let's keep things in perspective here, that's not much of a heat wave compared to Utah's blistering summers. But man, I'll take whatever I can get (even if it does come with this suffocating humidity). Mmmm, Summer, I love you.
Want to know my complaints about a hot summer day in England? Central air conditioning is rare in many homes and businesses (yes, that would include my home and workplace). Which usually means we sleep with the windows open, and because the English haven't quite figured out about putting screens on windows, we are usually left with moths and flies hanging out with us. Also, it's pretty tricky trying to find a really cold drink around here. The things I would do for a 7-eleven.
And while we are on the weather subject.... We have a digital weather station in our house that my mom gave me for Christmas. It shows the outside and inside current temperatures. Our favorite thing about it - check out our weather lady! In the winter she is fully clothed (boots, coat, and all) but the warmer it gets outside, the more clothes she takes off. Trashy lady. Miles isn't allowed to speak to her, or even make eye contact with her.
























































