This morning I had to drive the teen to her SAT prep class. The traffic report was rattling on about road closures in/around Fleet where folks are running a marathon. The announcer then cut to a little blurb from one of the race officials, urging everyone to come out and cheer on the runners. She said, "It's going to be a really warm day for the participants."
Yesterday it got up to an unseasonably warm 72 and the youngest daughter was commenting how it felt like Texas... and we were in the Costco parking lot over in Reading when she made this statement, so it really was reminiscent of the good ol' US of A. If we had stopped for barbecue on the way home, at a place where they serve bottomless iced tea and peach cobbler, then it would have been a pretty perfect day.
I was thinking maybe we were gonna hit some record breaking numbers and the runners were gonna have a difficult time running in warmer temps than are typical in England during late March. You know, a lot of throwing up and passing out and such along the route. Alert the local A&E's (Brit speak for emergency rooms) and line up the ambulances.
Once I returned home from dropping off the teen, I checked the weather app on my iPad to see if we needed to fire up the grill and break out the Slip 'n Slide (oh yes I did bring one over from the states). The high today is expected to top a blistering 66. It's gonna be a scorcher out there, so crank up your ceiling fans and AC. But wait... we don't have either of those things over here so I guess we'll just have to suffer through this sweltering weather.
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