I’m sitting in the flat and it’s quite warm. 28 degrees to be exact. This amazing heatwave that has hit London should, according to me, stay forever. But it doesn’t need to get much warmer now. Then it will turn into unbearable Mediterranean temperatures. Last year, I remember visiting Puglia and it was near impossible to sit in the sun. The amount of sweat that came out of my body, didn’t exactly make me look like a fresh Sophia Loren. And you always want to look like a fresh Sophia Lauren or a smouldering Monica Bellucci when you’re in Italy. However, London has still to reach the forties, which is quite a relief. I dare not think about the funky smells that would hit me on the tube every morning if the heat rises. The body odours I have encountered this week are quite enough.
While the Italian stayed on the sofa watching Formula 1, my mother and I went to explore Spinneriet, an art gallery situated in the most picturesque little village: Borgvik. They have invested quite heavily into making this former industrial area a tourist attraction and it really is an idyllic place, right by the water.
It seems I have taken a break from blogging. What I’ve done between April and now I can’t really say, it most certainly isn’t a lot. Last weekend however, I was quite busy. I took the Italian back home and it was a real adventure.