I'm having to schedule this post because frankly by Tuesday I will have melted into a small ball of sticky fluid and fat (ok, a LARGE ball, biatches)
Let's face it, ONE day of heat and the whole country has fallen apart.
We just can't handle it.
Everywhere I have looked this afternoon I have seen lobstered up chavs with impressive white lines. Kids with sunburn (you don't even want to get me started on that cruelty, I am liable to rave for hours)
Police dogs have died because they were left in an unventilated car and people everywhere are yelping it is just tooooooo hot.
IT is. (I MAY be one of those yelpers, I confess)
There may be a small minority of people out there that love the sunshine but sorry, I am not one of them. I am not built for speed or heat. and I do NOT look good in the sun. I sweat, my hair sticks to me and I huff and puff like a small piglet. I wish I could be one of those English Roses that glow.....
but I'm not. How can I put this delicately? I glow buckets.
Where is the pleasure in this heat?
I like the sunshine when I am on holiday. The beach is a lovely place to get some sun on my back, although I am careful after the last "Swimming costume" incident where Greenpeace tried to tow me back to deep water.
We really shouldn't get any temperature above the seventies in Britain. UNLESS it is the weekend. Hot Mondays are God's way of sticking his tongue out at us and saying ner, ner, ner ner ner.
The only good thing about the weather beeing this hot is the storm that will be following it. Bring on the thunder and lightning I say. With rain so heavy that it makes you want to dance in your underwear in it............or is that just me?
And don't worry Greenpeace, I'm sure the puddles will be deep enough for me
Stand down lads.
What do we think?
Was yesterday too hot or would you like to see the hot weather continue?
Let me know
Big Fashionista x x