Oh Hello Again British Summer …

I have returned from a week in Cyprus, the weather back home is, shall we say, chilly.  Of course I made the fools error of thinking because it’s sunny and baking hot in Cyprus, it will be the same come home time at Gatwick.  In fact if truth be told I didn’t even consider the weather back home in ye olde England.  I got off the plane, clad in teeny tiny denim shorts and a strappy top.  The result –  I shiver my way through Gatwick and out to the car park to complete the journey home, nursing a minor case of hypothermia.

But to be honest it’s to be expected, this is the UK after all.  If we didn’t have the weather to complain about life just would NOT be fun!  In fact bad weather and nice queue is enough to set any Brit off on a tyrannical rant about the injustice of it all, myself included.    But if we consider just for a second the possibility of the UK being 35 degrees centigrade every day with blazing sunshine, nothing would ever get done.  We would all switch our complaining to the heat rather than the rain, hail, sleet and whatever else we’ve been subjected to this July.  So while a bit more sunshine would be nice, I’m kind of glad as sunshine for us brits is a treat not a right, it makes the whole experience feel much more like a true holiday!

Cooling down in a tomb

My reasoning is based on last weeks trip to Cyprus.  Every day was scorching, at least 35 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.  I am not one for just sitting on the beach or by the pool, mainly for the reason that I am pasty white with freckles – the perfect recipe for a beetroot red sunburn after a mere half an hour outside.  I am one more for exploring the local area, seeing the sights etc etc.  And I have to say a week in Paphos  delivered.  The Tombs of the Kings, the medieval fort and the mosaics – all of which were a thrill for (and I don’t like to admit it) a history geek such as myself!

The Tombs of the kings are in fact not ‘tombs of the kings’ rather ‘tombs of government officials’.  Set on a piece of coastal desert and carved into the rock, you can imagine the heat.  It comes to something when you would rather sit in a tomb, a place of death, than in the sun to escape the heat.  Of course my snow white skin was absorbing the heat (even though I’m not sure that is scientifically correct), my thighs were chaffing (because unfortunately I was not gifted with airbrushed supermodel legs) and my hair was making my neck hot.  And I could feel that complaining energy coming.  Having done nothing but moan that it was cold back home and ‘why didn’t we have any sun?’ I was about to fulfil my British stereotype and begin complaining about what I could, the heat.  But I thought to myself right there and then, ‘I’m enjoying this’, ‘these tombs are interesting’, ‘why complain?’  And the same goes for the mosaics, the fort and the various other sights of Paphos.

Tombs carved into the rock

The sun and the heat was all part of the experience, it made it a true holiday.  But back home, our weather is all part of the British experience.  Maybe it’s not sipping cocktails on the beach or by the pool, but that’s no ones reality, well not a regular person at least!  I couldn’t imagine my normal job behind the bar and waiting on tables being particularly enjoyable in 35 degrees of heat.  And of course it’s given me something to complain about, now I’m sat in a cardigan shivering, having returned home from a scorching Cypriot paradise.  I joke of course …

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Humans no longer need food and water! Well that’s gonna save me some monies!

Apparently people can now live off sun light alone. Well slap my ass and call me a plant then! If apparently I can photosynthesise, then my years of education have most certainly been in vain!

Having said that never needing to buy food again would save me some pennies – Although I do live in Wales! The likelihood of me coming into contact with enough sun to live off is unlikely in the extreme. I might have to have a little search on Google and find me a rain diet – that might suit my circumstances a little better!

This diet was brought to my attention after reading in the news that a woman in Sweden died (unsurprisingly) after following the ill-judged Sunshine diet. According to the diet, we can all live exclusively on sunshine. All the nutrients we need to survive can be absorbed into our bodies from the sun and through meditation.

If that’s true, then why do any governments or charities send aid to Africa or any other starving nation? God if we can all live off sunshine alone, then why don’t we just send across meditation teachers instead and be done with it?
Why? That’s right because your body needs food. And a point to mention, the sunshine diet not only advocates no food but no water either. Now even a plant needs water!

But amidst this ridiculousness there are those who have claimed to have lived years without food or water. Apparently through meditation the brain produces the essential nutrients and fats necessary for survival.

Now I’ve heard of a placebo effect and do not deny that the brain is a truly incredible thing, it produces thoughts, dreams, hallucinations etc etc! But to produce actual physical nutrients and fats is something quite different! Sounds like magic, but maybe me being the simple muggle (and yes I did slip in a Harry Potter reference there) that I am cannot comprehend such a thing.

Call me a sceptic, but I cannot and will not believe we can live our lives without food and water, absorbing everything we need to survive from the sun!

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Hello world!

I’ve got facebook, I’ve got twitter, email a blackberry so I thought why not give blogging a go.  And I believe in giving anything a go once.  You’ never know how it’ll turn out until you try it! (I try and apply this idea to everything, but sometimes things miles outside my comfort zone may take a little bit longer to try)

Have a gander at my about me page too https://lucybarclay.wordpress.com/about-me/

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