Summer poking its head out from under the carpet this afternoon in Brighton. By then we had taken the law into our own hands. If the heat will not come to us, we will go to the heat.
Wowo Spa, up in Wapsbourne, and Lou has booked us an outdoor sauna for three hours. Arguably a normal July is no time to go to the sauna, you just have to sit in the car. “Normal”.
Three saunas. A converted horse box, a converted greenhouse, a room in a hut clad with clay. Heat and wood. Fire and air and water. The horse box is the best sealed and hottest. The greenhouse is a dripping steam room – a piece of genius making wet heat like that. I enjoyed it there, steaming out my voice until I made the mistake of saying to the sauna-bore that it’s good for your voice. He immediately telling me his vocal range and that he hates opera and I know he’s about to ask me what I’ve done or what I’m doing. I’ve already clocked this guy, in his sauna hat, doubling his volume when he expressed an opinion. Why is there always one? Blithering on about their property investments or this or that. I get out and go to the little one before he starts a conversation. Apparently he’s rude about me to Lou later on. I did close a door on him mid sentence but I didn’t come to the sauna in mid July to listen to a phone in on LBC. The little clay one is pleasant enough and you aren’t allowed to talk in there.
For hours we are in there, plunging, pouring buckets on ourselves, crinkling up, warming. At one point we both lie in a hammock and the sun comes and for a moment we pretend that we aren’t in a GCSE project summer.
Now we are in bed. England are still kicking a ball about and I reckon I’ll just listen out for a big cheer as it is gonna go into extra time surely. People are hooting their horns though. It’s over 90 minutes through…
Honking car horns. And little live score widget just updated. Good lord so it looks like England are in the final unless something changes in next minute..90 plus 4…
One more match to watch then and I’ve got a fiver on England are terrible odds, but still it’ll be worth the bet if it comes in.
Game over. bedtime. So early. Don’t care.
AlBarclay 