It’s official. I’m just never happy. After moaning and chittering all through that seemingly never ending winter, I’m complaining about the heat now.

Today it was 65 Fahrenheit in our house, that’s 18.3 Celsius, downstairs, which was fine really. Upstairs, even with all the windows open it was 75 F, that’s 23.9 Celsius. I nearly melted, it really saps your energy, and I’ve got a headache from the sun – must remember to wear a hat.

It’s been four years since we’ve had a day this hot here and apparently it’s going to be even hotter tomorrow. We had hoped to get up a hill this weekend but I don’t know now.

I suppose it would be cooler higher up and there should be a nice breeze. On the other hand, the hill climb might be purgatory.

The photographs would be good though.