You’d also be beside a pool
I fucking love it. Its like being on holidays.
I wore shorts into a nightclub 2 nights in a row.
It’s 40 degrees here in Granada. I am working indoors thank f**k, but still need air conditioning etc. It’s horrible. You can’t go outside. You have to be strategic about opening windows etc to freshen up the place. Place is crying out for some rain.
40 degrees is shit beside a pool or on a beach as well.
I was back in Ireland last summer during the really hot spell, think it was high 20s if I remember. It was also horrible due to the humidity, and the way Irish houses are built. No air con, carpets everywhere etc, wrong bed sheet types etc. No air con in the car either. I drove down to Kinsale one day and the jeans were stuck to me. Twas melting. Different type of heat.
I don’t think hot hot weather is anything to be getting “yay!” about.
I always though the likes of Bilbao or the north of Spain along the Atlantic coast had the good weather. Enough rain to keep the place green and fresh, but enough good weather to have a proper summer.
But even they are getting roasted out of it at the moment, as is the whole continent I suppose.
Some poor auld 60 year old collapsed and died from heat stroke cleaning the streets in Madrid the other day. What they were doing allowed out in that heat who knows…
You can feel the heat in the evenings coming out of the concrete like a radiator, the walls of the buildings outside etc.
Buy a fan. Great job.
You are a gimp
I just went for a run in what my watch said was 32 degrees. Would have liked it a bit warmer to be honest
Nobody actualy takes you seriously or gives a shit of your opinion.
Gomie
10.5 in D2
Off the scale in G4 at the minute.
New records being set
Beautiful day in the West.
Had to dig up and fix a leaky pipe there earlier…twas buried a foot underneath schtones round a water trough. Rough work at the best of times. Think i may have caught a chill.
Nice leisurely 20km lunchtime cycle there.
Fucking hell.
I went out around 8am. Too hot now
Im sat in the car in my own drive, 31 degrees, a little trickle of sweat rolling down the channel between my right thigh and my ball sack. Pink is on the radio and im having an existential crisis after seeing all those firm young breasts on the beach, realising im middle aged and wondering what’s the point of life as a pool sweat gathers near my right arse cheek
Think you answered that unbeknownst to yourself there.
Im never gonna dance again…
Did anyone warn us this would happen? If they did I wasn’t listening, I wish I did listen
Guilty feet got no rhythm