HOT WEATHER MEANS FANS.
I don’t mean human admirers, I mean these:
They are the most efficient way I have ever found to keep cool. A few weeks ago the UK tried to match parts of the US in high temperatures and I can see why there were so many complaints of overheating. How do people keep cool when temps rise so high? Fans, that’s how, although it does make the wrist ache after a while. It is something I discovered in Italy when the heat reached abnormal heights.
I had five fans but lost one. All of them were purchased in Italy, one in Herculaneum, another in Pompeii, and one from Amalfi – my favourite place to visit. The others were from Sorrento. It was a family joke that every time I went to Italy I forgot to take a fan and had to buy another. Hence the 5! I used to get a few strange looks when I used one but I didn’t care. It was better than having to put up with streaming perspiration and the only way to cool me down.
One very rude lady (perhaps ‘lady’ isn’t the right word) called me a stuck-up, four-legged creature, one that provides milk. She was English which immediately but temporarily made me despise my own race. People like her should be eliminated. I have to say, though, that waving a fan does give the air of la-di-dah’ness but it was wrong of that woman to air her opinion for all to hear.
Maybe one day she will get her comeuppance and, please God, let it come from someone with a fan!