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I have been in the UK where it was surprisingly hot, not hot hot but hot for the UK.  They complain a lot about the heat and the country almost grinds to a halt.  Why?  It is much hotter in most of the rest of the world and somehow they survive.  The first lesson the Brits have to learn is that you open the doors and windows at night and early morning and then you close them, trapping the cool air inside and the hot air out.  Close the curtains to stop the sun shining in and voila you have a cool house.  The other problem the Brits have is that they don't drink enough water.  I don't know how many times I have heard them say that they drink it sometimes in the summer.  Water is a life staple, not a summer drink.

The French have lowered the speed limit to 80 kilometres an hour on ordinary roads.  There is a 50 limit through my village and they go through it at 90 plus.  Do you suppose they will reduce their speed to 80?

While waiting in line for the ferry, a very boring exercise, I noticed that where there was a couple in the car, the man was in the driving seat.  Why?  I thought it was 2018.

I went up to my garden yesterday.  The trifids have been taken over by trees.  I couldn't even open the gate to get in.  Can I use the excuse that I am encouraging the wildlife?

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