I was trying to write an essay yesterday but the heatwave melted my brain to mush. I am not talking about the London-style heatwave of 22 degrees C (71 F), with signs and announcements on the Tube (subway) warning you to always carry a bottle of water with you because of the heat. No, I am talking about an actual heatwave of 38C/100F, which is taxing even for those who live here. And for this woman who has lived for nearly two decades in the moderate climate of Northern Europe, where you can wear ankle boots pretty much all year round, this heat is indescribably rude.
On oppressive heat
On oppressive heat
On oppressive heat
I was trying to write an essay yesterday but the heatwave melted my brain to mush. I am not talking about the London-style heatwave of 22 degrees C (71 F), with signs and announcements on the Tube (subway) warning you to always carry a bottle of water with you because of the heat. No, I am talking about an actual heatwave of 38C/100F, which is taxing even for those who live here. And for this woman who has lived for nearly two decades in the moderate climate of Northern Europe, where you can wear ankle boots pretty much all year round, this heat is indescribably rude.