Predictably, every corner shop will sell out of Mr. Whippy ice cream within the first hour of the heatwave. Meanwhile, supermarkets will be stripped of Pimm’s and lemonade, leaving only sad, warm cans of Fanta. It’s a national crisis that the government refuses to acknowledge. If you see a freezer van, treat it like a bank heist—grab a tub of Häagen-Dazs and run.
And please, for the love of all that is holy, do not cook a full roast dinner. I saw a neighbour once try to roast a chicken during a mini heatwave, and the smoke alarm didn’t just go off—it committed arson. Stick to a salad you have to eat fast before it wilts, or just drink your dinner through a straw.
Wildlife and Other Lunatics
The bees will get aggressive. They’re not angry; they’re just drunk on nectar and heat, buzzing around like tiny, yellow-and-black wrecking balls. Meanwhile, the seagulls—our airborne velociraptors—will target anyone foolish enough to eat a chip outdoors. Do not make eye contact. Do not drop the chip. They are watching.
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And then there’s the human wildlife: the shirtless dads with sunburned shoulders, the teenagers blasting tinny music from a tiny speaker, and the office worker who tries to work from a park bench and ends up with a laptop screen so bright it can be seen from space. We are a species that cannot handle 72 hours of sun without going completely feral.
