Went for a walk at 7:45 despite having had next to no sleep.
A combination of memory foam mattresses just storing and radiating heat and people be crazy when it gets hot. The last two nights there’s been shouting and screaming and nonsense going on down on the coast, just a couple of minutes walk from my house. It’s not a bad area and it’s a small town (10000 pop) but fuck sake do they punch above their weight when it comes to being a c**t at 2am on a summer night.
Anyway, I know you lot down in hell had it much worse than we did up here, but heat is a major trigger for my illness, and 33 degrees was way over the line for me. Pain for days. I’ll have to wait patiently for that particular bell to unring itself.
Especially because modern Scottish houses are generally particularly well insulated. There’s just no escape. I had all the doors opened when I got back to try and get all the heat still in the house out of as it was still too much. I don’t think I’d be well at all just now had I been down in Hell. I mean England. My mum definitely had a hard time in Norfolk, which I believe was in the epicentre.
So getting out and walking in a T-shirt in 18 degrees at that time of morning, after a near literal hell scape couple of days. Man did that feel amazing. I should probably have slept but the appeal of a grey overcast morning was too much.
Currently looking at heat pumps and ac units 🙂