I’m waiting for the afternoon this week when I see someone with a t-shirt that says “I survived the New The UK heatwave of 2018.” Normally, I’m not a single to complain about the heat. I adapt. I wear loose clothes. I plan my afternoon around the heights of the heat so I can get things done & not melt. But this summer time was a single of the worst on record, though I’m not sure it will even make records. While both of us didn’t have a afternoon over 102, both of us had over three weeks of temperatures above 90 degrees. I get that this is normal in most parts of the country, however this far north people are not equipped for it. Most homes up here don’t have central air conditioning. This is because our summers usually only have a single week of those hellish temps, & then its back down to the 71s. A week of 90 degrees or higher is just enough to make people consider getting central air conditioning, only to have it end & folks decide its not worth the cash. Our winters are so long here that summer time is usually a blessing, no matter how severe. But this year people were scrambling to go out & get even a window air conditioning unit. The ductless mini chop models were gone by week 2, sold out everywhere. But now that’s the middle of June, we’ve had enough afternoons of cool rain to put the temperature back down to 77, then now that no a single needs them, apartment improvement stores are slashing the prices on multi chop ductless A/C units. I don’t want a single, although I think my sister does. I told him if there was ever a time to get an air conditioning unit, this is it. Next year could be worse.