It's trying to rain right now. I encourage it to do so, because the nice breeze that this is causing to drift in through the window is thoroughly pleasant — a lot more so than it has been for the last week.
It's been tough to bear with, because here in the UK our houses tend to be built to keep heat in — as such, many houses (particularly older ones like ours) trap a lot of their heat upstairs and keep it there, which, as you can probably imagine, is great in the winter but absolutely excruciating in the summertime.
The poor old portable air conditioner has been working overtime for the last few days and costing us a lot of money in electricity — it's worth it, though, because the alternative is feeling like we're suffocating. Excess heat actually makes me feel genuinely anxious — I'm not entirely sure why, but I have a vague memory of, in my childhood, believing that if you stay under your own bedcovers for too long (as in, put your head under) you'll suffocate. I don't actually know if that's true or not — I suspect not — but I was always scared any time I was under the covers for some reason and felt warm; I think I literally worried that I was going to die.
I mean, I know I'm probably not going to die in the summer heat here, but it's still unpleasant. The worst thing is how it makes you not want to do anything; hopefully the rain that is still trying to happen as I type this will cool things off a bit and make the weekend a bit more bearable. We shall see!
For now, time to head upstairs, put the AC on full blast and enjoy a nice bit of coolth!
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