Stormy Weather II

[Lat-Literal]

It depends on what you mean by "real", as Professor Joad always would have said on a once-famous wireless programme popularly known as "The Train's Bust".

Temperatures are still just within my comfort zone, though climbing the hill from Norbury up to Crystal Palace yesterday near the end of a 9-mile cycle ride was pretty exhausting. One wonders how the Tour de France participants cope with the even greater heat they have to deal with cycling over the Pyrenees or Alps. If next week turns out as predicted, it would be nice were the pharmacologists to devise a summer equivalent of a winter hibernation pill to put me to sleep for the duration.

I don't wonder.

It's similar to carrying those new bins things through the front door and then out the side door only to find that 60cm wide wheels don't fit into the 59cm snickleway.

As we used to say in York.

Just can't use them.

I'm being discriminated against - and by September there will be rats.

[vinteuil]

His avatar would be a Selfie.

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... well, mine is. Of sorts...

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Self-portrait_Holding_an_Academic_Study_by_Luis_Mel%C3%A9ndez_(detail)-2.jpg

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luis_Egidio_Mel%C3%A9ndez

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[Bryn]

. . . His avatar would be a Selfie.

Mine predates the 'selfie', though it is of me, getting on for half a century ago. Though taken before he was conceived, let alone born, it somehow managed to feature, greatly enlarged, in Luke Fowler's Serpentine Gallery exhibition a few years ago.

[Serial_Apologist]

Mine predates the 'selfie', though it is of me, getting on for half a century ago. Though taken before he was conceived, let alone born, it somehow managed to feature, greatly enlarged, in Luke Fowler's Serpentine Gallery exhibition a few years ago.

Just as well I own a magnifying glass!

[BBMmk2]

A bit cooler today. 27C!

[oddoneout]

A bit cooler today. 27C!

Not here! 33 and rising outside the back door at 8 am - even allowing for about 5 degrees over-read due to the enclosed yard that's a tad warm. Got into town early to do errands. Now, midday, quite bit of cloud has appeared and made a welcome difference.
I suspect that the continuing extreme temperatures forecast for the East of the country this week may cause yet more train problems, with cabling and track getting too hot to function properly, and farmers are facing difficulties with flints igniting crops being combined.

[Joseph K]

Yeah, hotter here today too. Too hot...

[BBMmk2]

That’s what the Beeb said. But hey ho. It will be hotter today. Outside yesterday, around 31C. Probably even hotter. I wouldn’t be surprised if it went to 90F!
Around 33C!

[Serial_Apologist]

It was actually 2 degrees Celsius cooler here today at 12 noon than yesterday, with a nice warm breeze blowing in from the SW, though from the upward trend expected over the next 3 days, possibly peaking at 32 C on Thursday, tonight may be my last chance to draw cooler air in by opening the windows wide prior to bedtime, then closing them up at 6 am before temperatures have a chance to rise. After that it will be a matter of resorting to emergency measures that have stood me comparatively well in past heatwaves, which I hate - such as sticking my pillows in the deep freeze compartiment of my fridge during the day, and having a wet T-shirt to put on and a bath full of tepid water ready to soak in -plus trying out the ice in bowl next to fan idea suggested elsewhere, though my ice making facilities are limited. Then occupy my time indoors on mental activities and engrossing DVD movies that make time seem to fly by until the relatively cooler weather arrives hopefully on Saturday. With less progress than in previous years I still have half a stone in weight I need to shed by the end of summer, but the ongoing heart condition the heat makes the vigorous exercise necessary to that end that I normally take in summer to rid the excess weight I always manage to put on during the winter months high risk: I seem caught in a Catch-22 situation.

[Lat-Literal]

A mixtape of gentle waves, foghorns in the distance and twittering birds can alleviate the more severe symptoms - in my case feeling that the numbers 999 are travelling between my neck and my feet, experiencing something akin to St Vitus Dance and hallucinating about my bungalow being in a desert and subsiding into the remaining mortgage. Alternatively, perhaps Radio 3 can provide a repeat of their Buddhists in the woodland to take us all through the night.

At 2.30am I went onto the front doorstep and noticed that most of the other places were lit. A woman drove in and parked her smart car before visiting her 93 year old father so I think many were not dealing with it well. It seemed a good time to try to lift the four heavy bins on wheels that can't be wheeled into the back garden. At one point I stumbled in the dark and the clatter sent several foxes running. I wonder what would happen if one jumped into the bedroom.

Today, my parents have had their kitchen window open with R4 blaring and the stress palpably rising like the steam from their pressure cooker. It has been like this for 62 years. Their main meal must always be precisely at 1pm, include meat or fish and six types of vegetables in small portions, be on the go from within two hours of breakfast, involve the use of every item in their kitchen to be washed up immediately afterwards, and revolve around argument and semi-hysteria.

It has always been that way and increasingly I know why I eat mainly in the evening. There is also the thought that had I ever had a wife, what would have been my preference? For all that argy-bargy to occur on the grounds that both she and I expected it or for her to be sitting there watching Love Island and saying she hoped to get round to making us some sandwiches soon. This inner debate which is surprisingly frequent always ends with the same conclusion. Neither would have satisfied me and I would have chosen instead to do the meals for both of us myself as long as the arrangements I set were not of themselves an invitation for conflict.

[Serial_Apologist]

A mixtape of gentle waves, foghorns in the distance and twittering birds can alleviate the more severe symptoms - in my case feeling that the numbers 999 are travelling between my neck and my feet, experiencing something akin to St Vitus Dance and hallucinating about my bungalow being in a desert and subsiding into the remaining mortgage. Alternatively, perhaps Radio 3 can provide a repeat of their Buddhists in the woodland to take us all through the night.

At 2.30am I went onto the front doorstep and noticed that most of the other places were lit. A woman drove in and parked her smart car before visiting her 93 year old father so I think many were not dealing with it well. It seemed a good time to try to lift the four heavy bins on wheels that can't be wheeled into the back garden. At one point I stumbled in the dark and the clatter sent several foxes running. I wonder what would happen if one jumped into the bedroom.

Today, my parents have had their kitchen window open with R4 blaring and the stress palpably rising like the steam from their pressure cooker. It has been like this for 62 years. Their main meal must always be precisely at 1pm, include meat or fish and six types of vegetables in small portions, be on the go from within two hours of breakfast, involve the use of every item in their kitchen to be washed up immediately afterwards, and revolve around argument and semi-hysteria.

It has always been that way and increasingly I know why I eat mainly in the evening. There is also the thought that had I ever had a wife, what would have been my preference? For all that argy-bargy to occur on the grounds that both she and I expected it or for her to be sitting there watching Love Island and saying she hoped to get round to making us some sandwiches soon. This inner debate which is surprisingly frequent always ends with the same conclusion. Neither would have satisfied me and I would have chosen instead to do the meals for both of us myself as long as the arrangements I set were not of themselves an invitation for conflict.

At least we both have the consolation of knowing for sure that the only occupant in our abode with whom we can have tiffs is ourselves!

[vinteuil]

There is also the thought that had I ever had a wife, what would have been my preference? For all that argy-bargy to occur on the grounds that both she and I expected it or for her to be sitting there watching Love Island and saying she hoped to get round to making us some sandwiches soon..

... it is also possible to have a partner who -

a) you do not have argy-bargy with

b) does not watch Love Island

c) you do not assume will make sandwiches for you.

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[Serial_Apologist]

... it is also possible to have a partner who -

a) you do not have argy-bargy with

b) does not watch Love Island

c) you do not assume will make sandwiches for you.

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But what would be the use?!

[Lat-Literal]

... it is also possible to have a partner who -

a) you do not have argy-bargy with

b) does not watch Love Island

c) you do not assume will make sandwiches for you.

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With whom you do not have argy-bargy, shurely.

At least we both have the consolation of knowing for sure that the only occupant in our abode with whom we can have tiffs is ourselves!

If it were that much of a consolation, I wouldn't be disagreeing with me on whether to buy goldfish or a tortoise for companionship.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PypoQDHG6Kg

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linn_Records

[DracoM]

What is the diffrence beteen a prolonged DRY period of weather, and a heatwave? No rain vs High heat

Up here, we've had it warm, yes - hey, it's SUMMER, btw - but not a heatwave. BUT we have had practically no sustained rain for literally six weeks, in fact for three to four of those weeks, NO rain at all. . So fields parched, yes, and gardens suffering, yes, but...............

So if it's 'hot' in the South East, it has to be a national 1976 heatwave.
For us, it's just a much drier summer than usual with some decently warm / hot days.