It ain't half hot mum. Bad as Jordan and humid to boot-unlike dry Amman. GNER did their thing well apart from arranging a very talkative Yorkshire lass of some 75 summers next to me I made the mistake of helping her with a very heavy bag which she insisted went into the overhead container-didn't trust them southerners helping themselves from the luggage space near the entrance door. I nearly ruptured something and in gratitude she burst into memoirs of a well spent older age during which nothing much seems to have happened at enormous length. By feigning sleep I turned her down if not quite off and actually drifted into a little doze only to have my toes trampled on at Peterborough and then helped her on her way-thankfully on my part. She went towards the Cambridge train in search of another audience.
I don't know how we could cope with such heat in the Merse. Its a different climate up there. THe nice slow rythyms of rural life would suit the high temperatures. How would Stan the Man adapt, one wonders. He is almost stationary at 16C . Put him in ambient 25C and he would be forced into reverse. He too is a natural relentless talker. In this heat he might actually dry up.
Now I could live with that
