It's too darn hot

Here we go, here we go, etc

Every summer this happens. Round about now, the whole country wakes up to find that, SURPRISE! it's extremely hot.
!Qué calor! sighs everyone from the portero to the check-out girl in Mercadona. Hello! This is Spain, where from the geographical waist down we are destined to swelter, toss and turn all night or catch pneumonuia from the aircon, spend so much time in swimming pools our hair turns to straw, hide indoors from 12 till 6 and drink gazpacho till we can't look another tomato in the face.

But that sounds fantastic, say my sun-starved friends from
Sheffield/west coast of Scotland/Wales etc. Bring it on!
The thing is, it's fantastic for a holiday, for lounging on a beach with a beer and nothing to do except wonder where you're going to have lunch. When you have to do your weekly shopping, keep small kids amused, go to work, take cat to vet, the novelty wears off. It was 34 degrees today - at 10 in the morning! My front gate is so hot I can't touch it! My son has conjunctivitis already from the chlorine levels in to municipal pool!

Except, except........we went out to dinner on Saturday at 10.30 (normal eating hours) - sat outside in a beautiful breeze, I could wear a lovely strappy dress and not be cold at midnight, listen to the cicadas......OK I'll take the heat for another year (like I have any choice) - but when I get to England on our holidays in August and it rains, I'll be out there in my mum's garden with my mouth open.