I can safely say that today was the first time I have experienced perspiration on my eyelids. An experience I am not looking to replicate any time soon.
We floated about today wearing only what decency demands looking like people in the last stages of galloping consumption with ruby cheeks and a sickly air. Actually, the small people did nothing of the sort they were their exuberant selves in the peak of rude health, bugger it! I considered attempting some origami-style yoga manoeuvres to deposit myself in the freezer but there's a strong possibility the kids would have got in with me so I decided against it.
It's hard to believe that there are still non-believers out there on the climate-change issue. I say lets put all the sceptics in a 1970's brick veneer bungalow in a tree-less urban sprawl sans air conditioner and watch them change their minds. We don't have an air conditioner as a matter of principle, actually that's a complete lie. We're too poor. No, really, I don't think we'd get one. When I walk Kipper I can here the thunderous roar of a thousand pre-apocalyptic air-con units as we stride the suburb and it makes me depressed. I figure if we caused the problem we should have the decency to feel it.
Sorry, I'm getting all evangelist on you now. Hope it's cool where you are.
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