Today I'm getting to witness Germans at their most wimpy.
It is, you see, a terribly hot day, and they're all worried about surviving the awful heat.
...of 30 degrees. *faints dramatically at such dreadfully warm weather*
(Americans: this is 86 Fahrenheit)
I'm just going to sit here in my non-air-conditioned house, happily lettting the wonderfully cool breeze waft fresh summer air through every room. Later, I might go for a walk.
(Note my lack of blocking up every door and window, blasting air-conditioned coolness into every corner, stocking up on icecubes, realising some rooms are a lost cause and blocking them off so the air-con can cope with a smaller space, wishing I could remove several layers of skin, sleeping naked on the floor of the living room, and cowering from the horrible skin-searing sun. Because this is not Australia.)
Remember the knife scene from Crocodile Dundee? Right now, I feel kinda like that. "You call that summer? THIS is summer."
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