VTM announced 30°. And more !!!
It was exactly that “more” that inspired me to perform now that it was only 17.30°. I’d arm myself this time now that the nail polish was melting on our fingers, now that our farmer’s butter from our refrigerator, albeit a Miele, would escape into streams and say that we always buy a 5 kg pack, now that some could fry chips in their deep-fat fryer without even having to plug in the plug : it will teach them not to watch their cholesterol and not to buy an airfryer.
Now that VTM had informed us, I knew that we would completely upset our biorhythms because we would be sleeping during the day. It should be. Our fan next to our bed would disturb the peace at night : it was still a Stock Américain model with screws like the blades of the windmills that will soon supply the Kleine Meerlaan with electricity. At least from some streets. At least for some houses. At certain hours at least. But you get used to that as long as it controls the energy bill: everyone cooks, does laundry, irons at the same time…
I knew we would also be walking around at night, what am I saying, ambling with our watering can between our beans and our cucumbers, our celery and our courgettes, our geraniums and our surfinias. If we did that during the day and in bright sunshine, the water from our watering can would have evaporated by the time we could only greet our beans and lettuce, goodbye bean! day lettuce! let alone misting or spraying them. After a balancing act, tricked out from Cirque du Soleil, over the edge of our rain barrel that was barely filled, we immediately had to start the sprint towards salad beds and bean beds with a steaming watering can. None of that if we got that job done overnight. Equalizing at night…Such Saint-Tropeze and Seville temperatures would make us talk even more nonsense!
With a blanket, made in the knitting club Needle Flash on our knees and an outside temperature of barely 13°, we had heard on the afternoon news on VTM about the temperature jump that awaited us. They talked about it 30° like a farmer about his little chips, simple, everyday but still put a little more timbre in their voices when the announcement “And more”. We were allowed to decide for ourselves how much we were willing to gamble. Were we thinking of 35°? 38° ? Who offers more ? 40° madameken there?
They reported that with a commercial, say Strepsils voice, pure in tone or call it a Physiomer tone and not bothered by heartburn, so Gavisconpure. They did that without blinking, but with canopies of eyelashes from sponsor l’Oréal and not sliding back and forth on their chairs. Thanks Tena Lady!!!
But the scare there under the knitted blanket had to quickly give way to the be-on-your-guard moment.
If there were none of the big bosses there, at VTM they must certainly be larger than 1.85m, who was also CEO of the air conditioning group
Take my sweat away? And then the other one, what’s his name again, the best friend of, yes what’s her name again, with his mobile swimming pools that he, she won’t come along, will place in your driveway and take back after the great heat. I’d say it 1000 times.
Not to mention the VTM sponsor club with their sun tents, their popsicles, their mosquito nets, their splash pools, their disposable bikinis, after use, of course, their mosquito products, their foot deswelling creams with short-term expansion plans, their trips to sunny destinations…
VTM announces 33°.
And more !!!
It became more but I don’t know much about it. If you meander at night with your watering can between your beans and your cucumbers, between your geraniums and your surfinias, you sleep during the day and don’t pay attention to it.