Remember in my last post when I mentioned that I planned on sharing my complaints about living in the UK because it’s too fun to complain not to? I wasn’t lying. It’s only been three days since that last post and I’m already ready to throw out my first complaint:
I was promised grey skies, not a heat wave.
London is often portrayed as a place of grey skies and moderate temperatures. Sure, there are usually a few days of sunshine and occasionally it’ll snow, but for the most part it’s just sort of blegh. (And I think most Brits like it that way because it gives them an easy topic to complain about.)
Coming from a state where we get all four seasons, I was okay with the prospect of losing my white winters and hot summers. While I enjoy looking out the window when snow first hits the ground, it often becomes more of a chore than a wonder. And the sun? Her and I don’t get along too well. I hate the feeling of my skin cooking and the increased amount of sweat that comes with higher temps. I just don’t like it.
So just imagine my joy and wonder when I finally move to the UK and suddenly it’s a freaking HEAT WAVE!
Yup, according to the UK news outlets, since June 22nd the UK has been home to a heat wave. Sure, there’s been about two blessed days of rain to break it up, but for the most part it’s just been weeks upon weeks of heat and sun and one cranky Asti.
Now I know it’s not that hot. For the most part temperatures haven’t been going above the high eighties, which is nothing like the 100+ degree temperatures that some countries get. But this is not a competition for who lives in the hottest part of the world. It’s a competition for who whines the most when they are betrayed by the country they move to with an unexpected heat wave and I am the frontrunner.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the UK was equipped to handle such weather, but as this heat is not the normal they definitely aren’t adequately prepared. Back home in Indiana, summers get hotter but there’s air conditioning everywhere. The walk from car park to store might be grueling, but after those fifteen seconds are up you are met by blessed air conditioning and all is good. Here? It’s like hitting the lottery when you stumble upon a train or store with air conditioning. For the most part every one is just cooking. (I honestly do not know how people survive the Underground or traveling in packed trains during peak hours in this heat. It’s the one reason I’m happy I haven’t found a job yet.)
As if the lack of air conditioning wasn’t bad enough, the room Dave and I live in is on top of a hill with a whole wall of windows that gets direct sunlight from noon onwards. In other words, we live in an oven. It doesn’t matter if we open the windows or keep the curtains closed, in here we just cook and cook and cook. It’s so bad that even though we finally live in the same country and can share a bed because we’re married (his parents made him sleep on the couch downstairs when I lived here before), Dave sleeps on the floor most nights.
All this to say while I’m happy to finally be living with my husband, I’m really looking forward to the day Britain becomes its stereotypical grey self and this heat wave ends. I’m so over being covered in layers of sweat and being intimate with an array of fans that do nothing more than throw hot air in my direction. Some people have lived such lives since they were born so can handle it well enough, but it seems I’m a spoiled moany git.
Send me cool weather or send me help. I beg of you.
Are you dealing with a heat wave where you live? How are you handling it? Do you love the hot, sunny days or do you prefer cooler temperatures like myself? Let me know in the comments below!