Summer’s here and the living is, frankly, uncomfortable

LIKE many Scots, perhaps even other northern Europeans (though I think it’s mainly we Celts), I’ve a complicated relation to the Sun. I agree it can cheer a place up, brightening even the dingiest slum. But why must it be so blasted hot? (On a separate note, how does it still exist at all? I know it’s arguably quite big, but surely it should have burnt itself out by now? Whole thing is a pile of nonsense. It must be kept going by elves with matches. To clarify, as I do not want to sound ri

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