Suffolk had the dubious accolade of being the hottest place in the UK yesterday, with the temperature at 37.3 degrees Centigrade in the afternoon. It’s got to the point where I can only go out for a walk early morning or late in the evening, as at the moment it’s just too hot for me. Added to this misery is the fact I have a face full of gnat/mosquito bites which are really itchy and painful, so it’s better I walk late evening so I don’t frighten the horses.

I’ve given up sleeping upstairs as I cannot feel any effect from the overhead fan, which is just blowing hot air about. I’ve been sleeping downstairs on the sofa, which is under the air-con unit. This is not as comfortable as my bed, but at least the room is cold.

I asked my cousin, who lives in the UAE, what the temperature was out there. He said it’s just ‘warming up’, at 44 degrees, but he didn’t seem too bothered about it. Over here in the UK we’re not used to such high temperatures. Have you noticed how the TV weather forecasters always avoid saying that it’s very hot? All they ever seem to say is that it’s very warm, or there’s a red alert for heat. I wonder if they’ve been told never to say ‘hot’ in case they panic the masses?

Trouble is… it is very hot. Too hot in fact. Hotter than Satan’s armpit on a hot day.