This post is going to be in keeping with the English attitude to obsessively talk about the weather, the reason for this? I can’t stand the heat.
I know it’s a terrible thing to harp on about but I definitely prefer it when it is cold, you can always warm up if you’re cold, it’s a lot harder to cool down.
My bedroom is easily the hottest room in the house, a matter made somewhat worse since the installation of cavity wall insulation in the last couple of years. I can’t even think in there, it’s ruining my precious sleep and all of my stringed instruments keep slipping out of tune.
I also never feel particularly comfortable in summer clothes, it feels fake, like I’m trying to pretend I’m a part of it.
I’m being silly I know, but I just don’t operate well in this level of humidity.
Paul Schiernecker 
Two weeks ago, at the advice of a Californian, I purchased my first ever pair of flip flops (along with a new pair of shorts to go along with them).
I’ve always raved about how much I hate flip flops, especially on men. I’d rather see somebody barefoot than in those horrible devices. But as they say, survival is about adapting to your environment (I’m definitely not being dramatic at all) and it seemed the sensible move to buy them in this heat, rather than the coming heat of summer, which scares the fucking life out of me.
I’ll keep you updated on my core body temperature over the coming months.
You really are the survival of the fittest.