On the week in July the heat wave arrived in Europe, Anya and I had planned a journey by bike to Belgium. Suddenly that was off the agenda.
The heatwave – clearly the result of climate change – meant that everyone was advised to stay indoors.
Huh?
Stay indoors in this normally cold little country? Where few people, including us, had air conditioning because it wasn’t needed?
It was hard to imagine, but then again, the ‘getting hard to imagine’ was rapidly becoming a way of life for us here on planet earth.
There was no normal anymore, anywhere.
I wasn’t looking forward to being confined inside our tiny flat and not being able to at least go for long walks or bike rides.
Blinds down, curtains drawn. Venture outside to go to the supermarket and that was it.
It was like being locked up in gaol cell. And for what crime?
How to pass the hours, the days?