It's difficult to know what to do about the heat. I guess I shouldn't complain, as we don't get that many sweltering spells in an average summer. But when you've had a few sleepless nights over the last week, you feel you have a right to complain, and even receive some form of financial recompense. I am not sure, however, who to complain to in order to get my compensation. Perhaps one day someone will cold call me just as I am about to eat my dinner, or mow the lawn, or rescue the cat from a sticky situation, and offer me the help of their dedicated team of advisers to negotiate a suitable sum of compensation from whomever is responsible to pay out for these things. The government, perhaps. Or the banks: they always seem to be dishing out compensation for something or other. It is very generous of them.
In the meantime, I am running out of ideas about what to do about sleep. I try opening windows: it doesn't seem to have much effect. My elementary knowledge of physics tells me that there should be a temperature gradient between the super-heated air within the bedroom and the relatively chilly ether of the great outdoors. And yet the heat refuses to rush headlong down the slope, but just hangs around as if it had something important to attend to, and going outside would be just too much of an inconvenience. This has started to undermine my confidence in classical physics. Despite all the hypothesising, you can't argue with the evidence.
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