Reasons why Fran prefers winter
Most of the day, we sat indoors. It's officially true, then. You can escape a heatwave by staying in and feeling trapped and lonely.
Neither of us is good with heat. For our holidays, we look for anywhere north of the Midlands where rain and perhaps mist are likely. One of our best holidays was in the Lake District a few years ago. It was cool and drizzly and we saved a lot of money not buying sun cream, ice cream or insect bite cream. Also, my husband could persuade me up gentle slopes, which he can't if I'm convinced I will die from sunstroke halfway up.
I couldn't do what my sister is currently doing, therefore: holidaying in Majorca where the temperatures are going to hit the high 30s this week. To do that, I would need someone to pay ME money as I get on the plane. I will not agree to melt without just reward.
I really do prefer weather that makes cardigans essential. I feel safe in a cardigan, protected by wool and buttons. I start each day in one, whatever the weather, and the moment at which I realise it's getting too hot to wear it, I cry as I undo each button, and I believe each button sheds a little button tear too, in sympathy.
No cardigan likes to be hung, redundant, on the back of a chair, or, worse, suspended by its label from a hook, left to dangle uselessly and gather vertical creases.
I am hoping that yesterday's sudden heatwave will not be repeated. I was grateful that it came on a Saturday when I was not at school. It's difficult enough to engage teenagers in the romance and passion of Romeo and Juliet but it's even further undermined when you're middle-aged, sweating like a mare and holding a plastic mini-fan in front of your face.
|Fran wasn't the only one hoping there wouldn't be another heatwave|