The rise in temperature has given my usually sluggish associate a boost, and a renewed enthusiasm for chewing my toes
It’s the time of year when people on the radio ask each other if they are the type who likes the heat. In the UK it’s perfectly acceptable to say no, I hate the heat, I consider these bright June days more or less uninhabitable, and I can’t wait for summer to end next week.
When I say I’m the sort of person who does likes the heat, what I mean is I used to like it, when I was nine and lived next to the beach. Now that I spend all day typing in a box at the end of my garden, I like it less, but I would never admit that on the radio.
