hotness

When you walk outside and it feels as though you are walking into the fiery inferno of hell, (which I realise is a redundant statement, but I'm doing it anyway because I am hot. And bothered. And I don't care a jot if, in my need to emphasise how hot it is, I fly in the face of literary style...) you crave anything that will cool you down, if but for a moment. Largely, so that, your temperature lowered, you can deal with people who ask, "Hot enough for you?", and provide them with an answer which is vaguely more respectful than the biting comment swelling in your brain and threatening to erupt.

Not that I'm complaining, heat is good, sunny hot summers are all good. I am just particularly hot and bothered.