Since Thursday evening the weather started gradually to pick up until, on Saturday,it eventually exploded in a spell of summer.Nothing more perfect for the dinner party we were hosting.A shining clear sun up till late,nice wine,nice food,good company, plenty of cracking laughs and,all this, to be enjoyed outside in the garden on an evening of early May.Absolutely incredible,to a point that every once in a while I had to go inside to pinch myself and be sure it was real.To be sure it was not just me imagining the whole thing after being brainwashed by the medias that,for the entire past week, have been tauntingly warning the country about the heatwave that was going to hit us for the BH weekend.
Sunday morning when I opened the blinds I knew already it was not raining because the gutters were not making the usual “tic tic” noise that drives me insane but,what I didn’t know and didn’t expect,it was that an other weather wise glorious day was all in front of me.I usually don’t trust forecast to the core.
In the afternoon I have just changed in my swimming suit and I was ready to relax and enjoy my book in the garden when I saw daughter number one wondering around,going in a circle like the dogs do when they want their dinner.She started to come closer and closer to me.I knew that it could not be anything good but I tough I would have received a request of playing cards or some other board games not to go playing tennis.I started to sweat only at the idea!This is insane.Hot days like these are lazy days not sports days!Searching for a way to escape in my own personal”being a mother essential survival guide”,I lied and pretended to still be sore from all the painting I did during the week.Unfortunately,I am a softy and I felt a bit bad about it so, considering that school is off for the whole next week and the traveling husband will be gone Thursday to Sunday, I suggested her to ask him to go.In fairness,he will have all next week end to rest his ears and limbs in a five stars hotel.
Because father and daughter share the same mozzarella color skin that can go from milk white to poppy red and back to white, I diligently made sure they were well spread in sun cream.In the meanwhile,daughter number two that has just resurrected from her bedroom,decided to go play tennis as well.I gave her some sun cream too, more because my hands were still greasy then because she really needs it.She,in fact, has been blessed with a quite exotic sallow skin whose origins are still unknown.They are all ready to go:They have sun cream ,they have water and they are going to have great father daughters time.A mantra I tell myself to ease my conscience for not wanting to spend precious time with my family.A good mantra that actually works and it works so well that I relax so much that I fell asleep while reading.
I am not sure for how long I slept before a sudden feeling of something frying wakes me up:It was me frying!Carried away by the excitement for the weather and being able to stay on my own I totally forgot to use some sun cream on myself. May be it is my punishment for being a greedy woman ,a selfish mother and a lousy wife but, I am now a walking sample of body art with strawberry color patches and stripes randomly scattered on my arms and legs.
Today is the last day of this long BH weekend and,according with the forecast,also the last day of this abnormal early May heatwave. Fair enough I would say,three full days of roasting weather in a row is already too much.We are in Ireland :lets not be greedy because,now,we all know what can happen when we are.