Everyone thinks the United Kingdom is all abuzz with Royal Baby Fever*, but the only fever we really have over here is due to the weather. It is hot. Like in the 90s. That’s not normal. Trains are delayed because the railways are buckling under the heat. The M25 was closed on Sunday because the road was melting. We are making up all kinds of excuses to drive places just so we can sit in an air-conditioned car. I look forward to going to the office every day because I know when I step through those doors, I’ll be hit with a blast of cold air.
We went to Henley Royal Regatta the week of the 4th of July so I actually did get to participate in some similarly patriotic activities: day drinking, fireworks, and flag waving. Pimm’s instead of Budweiser. The union flag instead of Old Glory. The sun was shining. People were getting drunk and jumping in the Thames. It felt like a proper English summer.
But now it’s been nearly two weeks with this heat and it just keeps going up and up.
I came home last night to find this in the living room.
That’s a portable air conditioner on top of my favorite table runner (perfect for summer entertaining, birthday parties and bridal showers) and that bunch of fabric stuffed in the window? That’s my favorite blanket with my alma mater’s logo on it. This air conditioner cools us down but we now have bugs everywhere because of the open window.
We are not living the dream.
*I am pretty excited about the royal baby. Fingers crossed for a girl!