It’s hot today, at least here in the tropics. If it’s hot where you are please ensure you have completed the hot day checklist.
- Shirtless man aged about 19 in Tesco Express
- Smell of barbecue being lit from adjacent garden
- Have trouble locating flip flops
- Someone uses any of the words “airless”, “dry heat” or “close” to describe the weather
- Sound of unlocated ice cream van heard several streets away
- Pigeon going “hoo-hoooooooo hoo” repeatedly soundtracks the whole time you sit outside
- Incur third degree burns from a seatbelt
- Participate in, or witness, a debate about whether a cup of tea cools you down or not
- Discover sweat in places you didn’t know sweat even happened
- Walk barefoot on lawn and then feel regrettable feeling of damp feet with little bits of dead grass stuck to them
- Solero
11 comments on “Hot day checklist”
This is almost like Bingo. I got smell of BBQ and sound of ice cream van, maybe with a bit of pidge cooing thrown in for good measure.
I think I had all of these over the course of two days, though now I think about it the reference to the weather was actually that there was “not a breath of wind”.
That sounds like a gen z person. They talk like that all the time:
“Get on the ‘gram and plip out the crud notes. There’s not a breath of wind to speak of.”
I can see you’ve been acquainting yourself with the current youth lingo, ready for round 2 of parenthood. Once that baby arrives it’ll be all Tiktok this and plipping crud notes that. Best to get on top of it all now.
I am on top of it. I am at the summit of the mountain of youth. I conquered it, I slaughtered it, I am the God of…
You know, I don’t often say this but I may have gone too far this time.
I don’t think I could agree that you’re the God of Youth. Not with a straight face, anyway.
You can say it with whatever face you like, sir, I know the truth. I got young game.
Young game? That doesn’t sound right.
Sounds awful. I wouldn’t want it, that’s for sure.
It doesn’t matter now anyway. Summer decided to crawl away during the night and Mr Autumn is now here for another extended stay. No more flip flops or barbecue smells for anyone.
I can have barbecue smells if I want. You can’t stop me.
I can try to stop you, and I will fail, but I want to try and stop you. You can’t take all the smells for yourself.