IT’S SUMMER, the sun is blazing down, and it’s nice and hot. Or is it too hot?
Take our simple test to find out if you should be ‘loving’ the sweltering heat or complaining bitterly.
You’re walking down the street. Are you:
A) Smiling, cheerily greeting strangers, enjoying the warm tingle of the rays and the dappled shadows of the plane trees.
B) Sweating like a bastard, swearing at the chugging diesel engine of an idling taxi, and fanning yourself with a copy of the Metro.
How do you get to work?
A) By taking a bus or train, either is fine and you can read a book on the way.
B) Through an eternity of suffering in Hell.
You work in:
A) An ordinary office with colleagues that perhaps can be a little annoying but mean well, and you all enjoy a laugh together.
B) An unbearable slow-roasting oven with only the company of other melting, red-faced mutes and their overactive sweat glands.
What do you have for lunch?
A) Something light, perhaps a salad, and an iced coffee sitting outside soaking up the sun like a flower.
B) A box of ten rocket lollies.
Your partner touches their bare skin against yours. Do you:
A) Lean into them, enjoying the closeness, and perhaps share a lingering kiss.
B) Swat their filthy, sticky flesh away while screeching “Stay on your fucking side of the sofa, imagine there’s a line in the middle”.
How do you sleep?
A) Like a baby, nestled under the duvet with a loved one, cosy and cuddled all the night through.
B) From 4am to 6am, sitting upright on the sofa, staring at the flickering television screen with the haunted eyes of the lost soul.
Mostly A’s: It’s lovely and hot, perfect weather for a barbecue in the garden or bottle of wine on the balcony. Anyone complaining about it is a miserable killjoy.
Mostly B’s: It is much too fucking hot. Fuck this.