The last couple of days
have been hot, too hot for the Fox. Both days we’ve eaten out in the garden, in
the shade of the garage. My eyes strayed to the thermometer on the shed wall.
By the evening it is in full sun. It was alarming to see it had gone up to
around 38°C. No wonder the Fox is dissolving before my very eyes. He’s finding
it hard to cope with hot food, especially as we cannot wait until later in the
day, when it is cooler, as by then I’m too tired to eat & often am
literally drop off to sleep at the table. We’re moving onto a diet of salads
for the time being. The heat is also bringing out his aches, especially in his
hand (due to the Dupuytren’s contracture).
So today we’re having a
Tuna & Bean Salad, with a home-made tangy vinaigrette dressing. We’ll maybe
have a bit of ice cream to follow.
Unlike the Fox I thrive in
heat. I feel more energetic as though I’ve finally come out of hibernation. It
suits me. However, I’m forced to admit I think it’s worse for the Fox. You can
always add an extra layer or hug a hot water bottle if you’re cold. There’s no
such option if you’re too hot. Even having a fan on the go doesn’t make much
difference. Installing air-conditioning would be ridiculous when it so rarely
gets to such high temperatures in this country. He just suffers & gets
irritable in his discomfort.
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