Some of it's sweat, and some of it's rain - along with all the chemicals that probably come down in the rain in the place like this.
I hate this weather.
Sometimes our thermometer on the kitchen window drops all the way down to around 30 - at night, and in the first few minutes after a rain shower. Like now.
But it doesn't really give you much idea of how it feels.
Its so hot - it's like breathing hot cotton wool - and any clothing that isn't natural cotton, loosely woven if possible, may as well be a plastic bag.
So here is my going out gear - sandals, and a brolley. Not a good combination really. Sandals to keep my feet cool, brolley to keep me dry (on top of my head, at least).
Slip-on sandals can be hazardous at the best of times, but as soon as there is water between my foot and the sandal I am in real trouble. (I can not wear those stocking-type anklets a lot of the women wear, and I'm sure they only make this situation worse.) And while an umbrella can be a useful weapon for maneuvering through a crowd, when you are trying to cross a busy, splashy road and the wind is getting under it pulling in all directions and trying to turn it inside-out, it tends to block my view of the traffic and distract me from the task of avoiding being hit.
It's m' burthday
Well, it was my birthday, on that very very hot Tuesday. It has become traditional (well, it's happened a whole twice) for birthday people to be feted with a cream cake at our office. But it was my day off, I didn't want to go in to work just to have a bite of cake. And, as I said, it was soooo hot. So, new tradition - some purty flowers!
You might notice that there are some with stamens loaded with orange pollen, and some without. That's because we noticed when we were given some of these sweetly smelling blooms as a house-warming when we first arrived here, that if you let the pollen get away it leaves greasy yellow stains on everything, and ruins clothes - I had to bleach Peter's shirt after that. So the one still with pollen has only just opened and hasn't been doctored yet ...
Hot Pot
And then some of the chaps from work went out for 'HotPot' to celebrate. It was a nice time.
New Threads
But the best bit was going down the road to the tiny little shop that sells cotton materials, and buying some cloth to make myself some new threads.
Yeah - I made that one at the back and I'm making the other.
And today (Saturday) I went to work in my new check shirt, feeling like I was just the ant's pants (or the bees knees, or something).
But the time I puddled my way home, I was nevertheless quite bedraggled.
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