Sun, fabulous British sun!
I honestly never thought that I would see the day when I would find a 25 degree Celsius day 'hot'. Yesterday my fingers and hands were clammy with the extreme warmth of my office and I was struggling to type at my computer later on in the day. I couldn't handle the sudden onset of this rather intense heat. I fear that I have become weak. Am I now becoming truly British? How ever shall I survive when I visit my homeland of South Africa in December (that sounds like British and posh, innit?). I do get sad sometimes when I think about the endless hot days of summer I remember from my childhood growing up in South Africa. I know we had winter but I seem to have erased that from my memory. Long, hot gorgeous days that never seemed to end, where we had the beach and outdoors at our disposal. The beaches that had gorgeous and frighteningly hot white sand that you had to either sprint across, wear flip flops (sandals) or channel...