i didn't realise i'd moved to the tropics!

Friends and I are melting away under the London sun. At 30 degrees Celcius, I realised that it is just as bad to stay indoors than outdoors, especially when you're living a rather economical lifestyle these days and you're refraining hard from purchasing a fan. Why get one when you know that it's going to outlive its purpose by the next day, and that's when it starts to rain again. Here's to being pessimistic realistic about London weather! And in between our text exchanges earlier today, particularly about how many showers we have taken so far (at that point, the counter read 3 and it was only 1 pm!), we decided to quit moaning and face the heat. So with a frisbee, a picnic mat and 3 different sun-screen lotions in tow, we hit the park, rather half-heartedly, with much sweating to look forward to.

The frisbee served as no more than a decorative ornament, as it was hardly played. We just sat around and people-watched and made up life stories for those who passed us by. The group to our left were butch-looking women who hated kids, and the couple right across us are trying hard to straighten out their domestic issues. At least that was per our version of their life stories anyway.

We were right. The heat was far too unbearable and we finally came to terms with the fact that we are not mat sallehs and will never be able to appreciate the novelty of a day like this. And on our way home, guess what we picked up?

Air kelapa! At £1.50 a pop, I bagged four. Quite a task carrying them back home I tell ya, but in a weather like this, it was just what I needed.