The Heat’s getting to us all

It’s uncomfortable in bed. The pillows are too hot, the sheet is crumpled with my constant tossing and turning, and the dog wants to go out.
I donned my shoes but forgot my glasses and walked her over the road, but she didn’t do anything.
I came back a bit narked, locked up the front door, but she was anxious so I let her out the back.
Where she promptly threw up.
Bless her, it’s not her fault. I made sure she had a drink then followed her back to bed.
We then had a stomach duet of the rumbling squelchies, so it was back downstairs and I made her some scrambled egg, pinching a bit myself. She polished it off, had another drink, and then having left the back door open just in case, I sat down in the conservatory.
The coolness around my feet was soothing, and I felt myself relax.
We’ve had a little cuddle and she’s asleep on the mat by the back door, tummy now silenced.

We always moan about the weather don’t we, but this hot spell is poaching our brains, frying our sense of humour, and disturbing our sleep patterns.
Walking down to the marina last night for her final wee (she actually did 2 for me), the place was totally deserted and quiet save the ducks on the bank and a couple of this year’s cygnets on the water.
The water level gauge is the lowest I’ve ever seen it since our arrival three years ago.

These pictures were taken last November.

Safety is in the green, but the water level is even lower than this, so some places up river would be a bit on the shallow side, even for a boat like ours was with just an 18 inch draft.

We badly need some rain, and although the virtual blue puddles on the TV map and forecasts are drifting across the country, nothing is landing here, not a single drip.
We’ve had no major rainfall for months, and this year we’ve had no mini Riviera scenes when the water level rose and we had this

BBQ underwater

car park Jan 2016

car park and river Jan 2016

When we lived in Lincolnshire, the weather would go round us. You could see the circle of dark clouds but skies above our village were clear. We felt like the jam in the doughnut.
It’s the same here lately. We get excited at the prospect of rain as forecast and ……………… it doesn’t happen.

Maggie seems to have settled now, so I’m going back to bed.

Welcome to my US and Oz readers, and whoever is awake in the UK just now to have read 3 posts at this unearthly hour.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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2 Responses to The Heat’s getting to us all

  1. I’ve always thought that Great Britain has cooler weather than you describe. Perhaps that’s just in London. Hope you get some rain. We had a doozy rain storm this morning. Wish I could send you some.

    • Oh we need it. Rain is forecast again today, just not here! Temperatures are in the high 20s again, and there is no air flow. We took Maggie down to the River Severn where she could have a swim (not from the marina) and she had a lovely time. It’s cooled her down and after last night’s upset tummy, she is much more lively.

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