I miss the bright blue Australian sky and the opportunity that warm temperatures offer to never really get properly dressed, but since having children I just can’t stand the heat anymore.
I know it’s a cliché, the Brit who spends all year moaning about the weather and then as soon as the mercury hits 25 whips out a fan and says “I just can’t function in this heat”. But honestly, I can’t.
I thought it was because of all the running around, and that probably has a lot to do with it, but today as we experienced a final blast of UK summer it dawned on me that it’s something else too – the lack of air conditioning.
When you go out to work on a hot day, you might work up a bit of a sweat on the way to the tube or car but then, if you are lucky, you plunge into the icy waters of air conditioned transport, and usually at work if you are office-based you spend the majority of the day in a cooled, sometimes quite chilly office sipping freshly cooled water, maybe nipping out to lunch for an hour to sit in the park, enjoying further refreshment in the shop you buy your cool drink from, and then back to your desk for another icy blast. Cool, cool, cool.
As a Mum at home, there is no air con, there is just heat without respite and lots of lifting, carrying, pacing, bending, chasing and cooking which frankly results in a sweaty upper lip, soggy armpits and chafed thighs. There, I’ve said it.