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It really is.

For the past few days the ‘official temperature’ here has been 40-42ºC. Of course that is the official temperature at the airport taken around 1pm. In reality, in the centre of Sevilla mid-late afternoon you can add at least five more degrees to that . . . which is way too hot!

Nog and I live in a top-floor apartment in the very centre of Seville that has lots of balconies but no air-conditioning. We’ve got plenty of electric fans, but frankly, at these temperatures sitting in front of a fan kind of feels like sitting in front of a hair blow-dryer turned up to HIGH – not exactly refreshing but still better than nothing.

I mean, if you do anything even remotely strenuous or energetic – like breathe or stand up – the sweat starts pouring off in buckets. We’re getting through an amazing amount of cold mineral water – about 6 litres a day between the two of us.

And all practical stuff that needs doing – like shopping or running errands – has to be done first thing in the morning, at least before noon. At which point we hit the nearest bar for a very cold beer and a couple of glasses of cold water chasers.

But I’m not complaining (much…) because in winter our apartment – no central heating and huge draughty balcony window/doors – is soooooo cold that we have to wear three layers and hug our portable electric radiator when sitting in our living room. And getting up in the morning in winter is actually painful – we take turns getting up to put on the kettle for coffee and turn on the bathroom heater so we can shower without shivering to death.

I get on better with the summer heat and Nog deals much better with the winter cold. But even I have to acknowledge when it gets so HOT that I go totally floppy. Still, I do prefer Da HEAT. I dunno, it makes you have to just open up and accept it somehow … in a very relaxed and laid back manner, hardly wearing any clothes at all, which is lovely.

So, how’s the weather where you are?