I’m Not Going to Complain
Nope, not this year. I’m not going to subject you to my annual whinge about the horrendous heat here in Milan.
Nor am I going to whine about the temperature shooting from 15°C to 35°C in well under a week.
I won’t complain about not being able to sleep a wink, nor shall I moan about my permanently sweat drenched forehead.
No expostulation from me this year on feeling as though I’m living in a huge sauna. I won’t carp on about how the smothering heat lingers right on through the night either.
I shall desist from mentioning that at around half ten this evening the green pharmacy thermometers were still displaying 30 °C.
Nope, No grouching, no grumbling, no fussing, fretting, griping, groaning or grousing from me this year, on the sweltering temperatures here in Milan.
There, I told you I wasn’t going to complain, and I haven’t.
It is March, isn’t it?
Well, the calendars say it is March. I have not had my birthday yet, and it’s in March, so, I must conclude that it is indeed March. Why then did today feel like a day in late May here in very sunny and very warm Milan? No idea, but it was very welcome.
Winter, such as it was, appears to be on its way out, and, after today, it’s almost as if we are going to fast forward through spring and head straight for summer. I even saw a couple of Brits out in shorts, which is not something you see too often back in the UK in the same month. Indeed, my jeans felt as hot and sweaty as they usually start to do in late May, and as soon as that happens, it’s out with the linen trousers and the shorts.
And nope, today was not really a one off mini-heat wave, it has been getting steadily warmer here since about mid-February.
We even had a little mini-picnic down in the park and the whole world and his father were also down there sunning themselves.
I’m still not convinced, though. I mean, is it really March??
Can’t sleep in hot and humid Milan?
Our little one fell out of bed the other evening with a thump, which scared us a little, I have to say. Luckily, apart from frightening himself, he was OK and soon went back to sleep after shedding a few tears. However, what got to me more than the fall, was the puddle of sweat I noticed on his pillow. In fact, he had probably turned over in an attempt to get away from the damp. Hence, his fall.
What, I asked myself, could be done about this? Enter, as usual, the Internet and after a search for ’sweat absorbing pillows’, I discovered that pillows made of cotton, that is with both the filling and the cover made of the same material, are well adapted to use in hot and sweaty climates. Apparently, the cotton wicks the sweat away from the sleeper and so ends the puddle of sweat problem which happens with nasty synthetic pillows. These pillows also dry out naturally and no rather horrible brown sweat stain can be seen.
On Monday, after having collected the wee one from school, we went on a cotton pillow hunt and found the things in a bedding shop not too far from where we live. I bought two of the things, one thinnish one for Marty and one thicker, and harder, one for myself. 28 Euros a piece.
This was money very well spent and these wonderful pillows do just as I had read. No more sweaty heads, I am pleased to report, and our little one seems to be sleeping more soundly too, as am I. I did not get one for my other half, because being 100% Italian, she hardly seems to sweat. Lucky beast.
So, if you are suffering from the heat here, you could do a lot worse than investing in a few cotton pillows.
Just a useful nugget of information which I hope may prove interesting to someone out there. Sleep well!
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