T. just received a delivery from a half-naked man.
Wearing: flowered, low-slung, what looked like swim trunks, and Keds. Sockless, even. Bare upper body. Wait, make that thoroughly bare, thoroughly hairy upper body. Egads, bit early for that.
Time & Temp: 11:30 a.m., and 66°F/19°C.
Frightening Fact: The high today is for 25°C/77°F. What will people will look like in that insufferably broiling heat? The woman from the building next door — whose package T. was holding — dropped in and complained, “One hates to complain, but it’s really too much!
Dear Britain: It’s not really too hot. Technically, by California standards, it’s just pleasant, not even hot. But boy do our bodies tell us differently…
Scary.
– D & T
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MENopause perhaps?
bean:)
LOL! Why don't I get deliveries like that? 😉 Just joking.
Paz
Bean: Oy. The man DID give me pause…
Paz: You know, in NY, this would take on a whole new significance…
All: The problem, of course, with having semi-naked Glaswegian men wandering around … would be the toast-rack ribs with optional alcohol-paunch, the utter paleness of flesh, and the extreme lowness of the shorts. I encountered some of these on the way home, yesterday, and it was so not pretty.
LOL!
Paz
I know what you mean – my mind says it's not that hot but my body says otherwise. I can't believe that I actually used to live somewhere where summer temperatures got above 100 degrees. How did I deal with it?
Scotland has made me weak.
Thanks for the mental picture. Eeewwwww!
Weak. Katie. Totally the right word. I feel like a right eejit complaining about the humidity at 77°, but seriously? With the increase of b.o. et al — I could do with it being ten degrees cooler, at least on the bus!