TEN DEGREES COOLER

It’s ten degrees cooler today, so I (and presumably 60 million other hugely relieved Brits) can stop going on about the weather.

I feel like my brain got a bit messed up in all of that heat. When I woke up this morning I was feeling really different about everything; sort of clearer, but a bit disorientated too. Outside, the grey sky rolled over the park, the trees sighed with a light breeze and the cool air blew and billowed the curtains.

It was like a tall glass of lemonade, the shade of a verandah or a darkened room at the end of a long day - except I was feeling odd.

I think I must have been seriously overheated. Circuits snapped, facts lost, simple tasks forgotten - like a computer that was churning its way through CPU power and slowing into a dead-stall. I’d felt fine, I thought. If you’d had a conversation with me, you’d probably not have noticed anything different; it was just that I was running very slow. Today, it seems, an overnight reboot has reset everything.

I’m sure I’ll be back to my normal self soon enough, whatever that means. I just have to start up all the applications and programs that tick over in the background, you know, the things that make me sort of me. Hey, maybe I’ll actually end up ten degrees cooler? You know, sort of closer to Fonzie off of Happy Days. Perhaps that’s what the reboot is all about?

Seems unlikely doesn’t it. I was always more of a Richie Cunningham, looking on with awe as Henry Winkler waterskis over the shark-infested water. And it would take more than a reboot for me to attempt that kind of thing, even in the heat, let me tell you.