Just for the record, here is Chateau Lunchista's weather station showing today's lunchtime temperature: 32 degrees Centigrade if you please! A second glance will reveal that the humidity, at 65%, is kind of tolerable, and that our weather station believes it might rain later. The bottom line shows the date (so you know I'm not fibbing), and the frame, as ever, advises a light snooze.
A third glance will reveal that Chateau Lunchista is not a modern house: the indoor temperature, in the face of this thermal onslaught, is a blissfully cool 23 degrees. Heat is soaking into the walls, ready to re-emerge after sunset and do something useful, like keep the damp off as the outdoor temperature goes down to the 'teens and the dew falls.
Talking about cool people reminds Lunchista that today's lucky recipients of that ticking timebomb that is the rotating EU Presidency (passed to the next player every 6 months) are the Swedes. Yes that wonderful country who brought us 3-point seatbelts (deliberately left un-patented so that everybody could enjoy them, saving millions of lives) and compulsory triple-glazing, saving millions in fuel bills. Incredibly, they have a president called Fred (well alright then, Prime Minister).
They are going to try and clean up the Banks and the Baltic (Sea, not Exchange), and for good measure they're going to get everyone else who matters in these things to agree to the same climate-change targets as the EU already has, while at the same time ensuring economic growth. Lunchista also has it on good authority that they are working on delivering "The Moon, with brass knobs on" by Christmas.
We can all take the mick, but every now and again there are times when you really need to aim high. Lunchista feels the urge to write to the Swedish Prime Minister and wish him luck.
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