It’s the time of year when people on the radio ask each other if they are the type who likes the heat. In the UK it’s perfectly acceptable to say no, I hate the heat, I consider these bright June days more or less uninhabitable, and I can’t wait for summer to end next week.
When I say I’m the sort of person who does likes the heat, what I mean is I used to like it, when I was nine and lived next to the beach. Now that I spend all day typing in a box at the end of my garden, I like it less, but I would never admit that on the radio.
