The weather is always a great topic of conversation here in the UK and none more so than when the sun is shining. We rarely see the ball in the sky as it is let alone have temperatures of thirty six degrees day after day. As usual extreme weather means extreme difficulty for us poor Anglo Saxon types, for instance the roads are now melting the crops are wilting and very soon we will have a hosepipe ban despite the fact its been the wettest two years on record.
This is however exactly what it means to be British. We are also suffering the barbecue season where the smell of dodgy coal and burnt beefburgers is only outdone by the shout's of "Fuck I think I burnt it" but at least it takes our mind off the weather until we sit down with a cold tin of lager and our cremated burger on a bun made of edible sponge, of course the neighbours and the in-laws have to come round or its not a proper "do" they deserve to sample your top cuisine where everything on the menu comes "very well done" though if nothing else all this revelry keeps the pets well fed throughout the summer.
Of course there is always a serious side to such heat and that is to remember those pets, they too are not used to the heat and we must ensure a plentiful supply of water and shade at all times, as animals will die of heat exhaustion much quicker than we humans, that said three of my fish have just died and I wonder if they were a little dehydrated? I know two of them suffered from epilepsy as when I took them out of the water they fitted, however I popped them back in and the shock of going in the water obviously brought them round and they stopped, lucky I am a quick thinker.
The last thing to remember about this heat is that alcohol actually dehydrates us, so the more you drink the thirstier you will get. I tried this theory out last night and it seems to be correct, well actually I am not that sure it is as I passed out just after my fifteenth pint, I think more because it was apparently my round next and I had just seen William Hague MP walk through the door...
If all else fails you could actually do what our Australian brethren do when it's too damned hot to move and that's to not move, or go surfing but that is never the British way of doing things and after all isn't there a few mad dogs we should be walking? Enjoy the weather x
This is however exactly what it means to be British. We are also suffering the barbecue season where the smell of dodgy coal and burnt beefburgers is only outdone by the shout's of "Fuck I think I burnt it" but at least it takes our mind off the weather until we sit down with a cold tin of lager and our cremated burger on a bun made of edible sponge, of course the neighbours and the in-laws have to come round or its not a proper "do" they deserve to sample your top cuisine where everything on the menu comes "very well done" though if nothing else all this revelry keeps the pets well fed throughout the summer.
Of course there is always a serious side to such heat and that is to remember those pets, they too are not used to the heat and we must ensure a plentiful supply of water and shade at all times, as animals will die of heat exhaustion much quicker than we humans, that said three of my fish have just died and I wonder if they were a little dehydrated? I know two of them suffered from epilepsy as when I took them out of the water they fitted, however I popped them back in and the shock of going in the water obviously brought them round and they stopped, lucky I am a quick thinker.
The last thing to remember about this heat is that alcohol actually dehydrates us, so the more you drink the thirstier you will get. I tried this theory out last night and it seems to be correct, well actually I am not that sure it is as I passed out just after my fifteenth pint, I think more because it was apparently my round next and I had just seen William Hague MP walk through the door...
If all else fails you could actually do what our Australian brethren do when it's too damned hot to move and that's to not move, or go surfing but that is never the British way of doing things and after all isn't there a few mad dogs we should be walking? Enjoy the weather x
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