Granted, it’s late August and the leaves are starting to fall but the temperature has been approaching the 30°C mark. You know it’s hot when you have to reanimate your chocolate bars in the fridge. You know it’s hot when salad is all you want for lunch and dinner (I skip breakfast).You know it’s hot when you want nothing more but get your hair away from your nape.
I can’t stand hair touching down there at all. Even when I pull it into a high pony tail, its ends still tickle my nape! So yeah, time to pull a bun.