It was too hot to eat anything but it still needed to happen. I made a large salad and mixed fruit and veg together for something different. I brought everything out to the garden table and we sat under the shady umbrella where it was cooler and ate.
Everybody was flocking to the beach like they would die if they didn’t. I was a late sheep to the party, so I was stuck with changing tents blocking my view and constant loud noises. Grumpily, I told myself when I finally win the lottery, I’m buying my own private beach.
It was too hot and she felt like she was melting away. Trying to find the energy to get up, knowing a cold shower would help, she pushed all the bedding away. She lay there wondering if this was how the Wicked Witch in OZ had felt. Wishing someone would throw water at her, she give up the struggle and began dozing off again.
It had been warm for awhile now but today the sun had decided to blaze in the sky, so everywhere was hot.
People gathered outside, hurrying to the shops to by water and BBQ food. Others took to their gardens and basked in the glory.
I went into my cellar and sat there in the dark coldness, praying for winter to arrive early.
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