It’s so hot here that I’m too cool to go to France

Too right. The world is literally on fire. As I crack open another fizzy pop in the deckchair, having cancelled the annual camping trip to the south of France, because the south of France is now in my back garden, I hear myself uttering my most bourgeois sentence ever: “I can’t be arsed with the south of France this year.”
Dear God. This is what climate change is doing. Turning me into the kind of person who says they can’t be arsed with the south of France. I would feel ashamed of myself, except I can’t be arsed with that, either. It’s too hot.