I just love Malta’s weather in August. Coincidentally it was in August we’ve first ever met. So it’s an anniversary. Nobody cares. Conversations I have are typical:
– “I think my body temperature exceeded 40 centigrade Celsius. I can’t see properly and my brain hurts. I think that if the tropical temperature compounds with my fever, I might die”.
– “Speaking of which. Can you also take the garbage out”?