T is for tabanid

Or more commonly referred to as Horse Flies (but that wouldn't fit with the theme now would it!)

It is hot.
Hot, hot, hot. You know it's hot when you're wiping parts of your face that you didn't realize could sweat and you are only wiping them because out of nowhere they are dripping bucketfuls of sweat on whatever part of your anatomy happens to be in the immediate vicinity. Or lower vicinity I should guess.
You know when you move to a city, any city in Canada really, but a certain city famous for having rude winters and such. You would infer, that it was not such a warm place. Though I had been warned of the heat so I knew it was coming and am sitting in the most scantily short shorts in the world and fanning my, well let's just call it a sports bra because it really doesn't cover much else, with a makeshift paper fan. But still!
Perhaps it's because I'm European, all our cold cities are cold constantly. I mean if you go to England or Ireland or Scotland or even Belgium and Denmark. Don't really expect to see much sunlight, if any. Movies are movies for a reason. And if you go to Sweden or Norway bring a pocket torch because no light pollution means no lights!
No, no, no that's as ridiculous as saying it's cold everywhere in Canada. But it is a reality that the North of Europe will be cold year round and the South will be warm until the dastardly cold wind currents set in and then you just have to hold on to your hair (ever wondered why french fashion women always have beautiful yet wild short hair cuts, SOLVED).
I'm coming to the realization that this post isn't really about much. But what would life be if it was just a succession of really important things?

I think the sale of stress release pills and attendance at such activities would skyrocket. 
But then again there would be something important happening at that activity or involving the pills....
Goodness it never ends!!!!!!!!!