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Just got shouted at by Mum for walking tar through the house. It's not my fault the roads are melting in the heat and it's hard to remember to take my shoes off before I come in.
I've done it before but this time she is really mad because we just got a new carpet put down after the flooding last winter. Isn't it funny that we are now in the middle of the biggest heat wave England has ever seen yet just a few months ago it rained for so long, half of Manchester was flooded. The Weather's gone weird it really has.
This heat wave's an absolute killer, we thought the one last year and the year before was bad but it just gets hotter and hotter every year. They are thinking about changing the start time for school from half 7 in the morning to half 6! Half 7 is bad enough. I'd like it to be like when my Dad went to school and they didn't have to go in until 9 o'clock AND they didn't have to come in on Saturdays! How lucky is that. I asked the teacher why we couldn't come in later but she said then we would have to stay till 3 and work through the hottest part of the day and it would be unbearable in the classrooms. I suppose she's right at least I can go home and sit in the ice room at home at 1 o'clock.
Gran and Grandad are lucky they've went to stay in Iceland for the summer where it's a bit cooler. Apparently some older people there actually remember playing in snow. I wish I could have seen that, it sounds amazing but building men, that's just daft. I'm a bit jealous but apparently Gran and Grandad have to go there ‘cause they are old and they cant cope with the heat. There's loads of older people and babies die in the summer ‘cause they cant cope with it. That's why they took my little cousin Jamie with them because he has got really bad asthma and the heat with the pollution makes it worse. I miss them loads but Mum said maybe me and her can go visit them in July. It's rubbish that Dad can't come with us. He finished up all his carbon credits this year flying to China for work so now he can't go on a plane EVER again. Seems a waste to fly just for work but its really important work dad does as a wind turbine repair man. People over there are only now getting them fitted to their houses. I can't ever remember not having one but Mum says we were one of the first in our street to get one when I was a baby.
I wish I could go out and play football but it's far too hot to do anything active like that. I can't wait for the winter for the football season to restart. I reckon England's in with a good chance of winning the 2080 world cup this winter. All the teams which used to be good like Italy and Brazil hardly have any decent players left as all their people have moved to cooler countries. There they think Britain's cool, well they should try living here its boiling.
I'll need some new football boots before the winter, my old ones got ruined in the flood; loads of my stuff did. Mum and Dad are saving up to buy one of these new fancy houses with legs that go up and down. Can you imagine you go to the front door to go out and you can't get down because the house has lifted up. If we can't afford one by this year Dad says we are moving onto a boat. I hope he's joking I get really sea sick and I don't want to be living on a boat when storm season comes around. The storms are getting worse and worse every autumn and this year they think we might even get a proper hurricane here in England. It's kind of exciting but also really scary.
(Ping noise)
Ooh just got an instant message from Gran she says the beach in Iceland is packed out with people sunbathing and playing in the sea. That would be wicked but it's just too hot here in the summer, we can't go down to coast and play in the sea till later in the year. Even then it's dangerous, 2 people got eaten by Great Whites there last summer. Gran and all the older people keep saying their sorry and they wish they had done more to stop climate change. Apparently they all just kept burning stuff, oil and coal and stuff. Mum would never let me do that. Didn't they know burning stuff is dangerous?
Anyway Mum's shouting me to go out and pick some pineapples from the garden for dessert, better go. Oh and I must remember to take my shoes off this time!
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