After a few days of barely being able to move without being drenched in sweat, aware of smelling less than fragrant (even five minutes after a shower) and when trying and failing to cool my hot little house I am praying for rain and COOL.
How anyone can actually enjoy this sort of weather totally defeats me.
Add to that the acquisition of a new Prime Minister and cabinet with all that that implies and we have a page for the history books.
It has been a week for all the 'dark horses' to come galloping out of the shadows to joust for their places in the political circus.
The new ringmaster fills me with dread and fear for the future of this battered country.
Words have been spoken which might encourage hope in anyone less cynical than I, but, words are the easy part, what follows will decide our future position on the world stage as well as in our own country.
Boris and his Greek chorus have the unenviable task of seeing Brexit through to the end, with the risk of leading us out of Europe without any form of agreement being reached.
It will be interesting (and terrifying) to see how the UK looks in November.
