It’s hot. It’s far too hot to do anything but lie still. But I’ve been lying still all day. I'm fed-up. Perhaps I need something to think about, something to take my mind off this terrible heat.
Suddenly, I have an idea. I say, “Give me an attention grabbing blog title.”
Everyone looks up from their books. Is this a game? They forget about reading and start thinking.
Soon Imogen says, “Shark Attack in the Highlands.”
“Oh yes!” says Charlotte. “That’s a good one. What would a shark be doing so far away from the coast?”
Can I come up with a story to go with that title? After a few moments of thought I have to admit defeat. “I can’t imagine how a shark could end up here. How would it get up the escarpment?"
“The shark doesn’t have to be alive, does it?” says Charlotte. "It could be carried here."
"But how can a dead shark attack someone?"
“Did the shark attack a person or did the person attack a shark?” asks Andy.
Now that’s an interesting question. That opens up possibilities... A dead shark being attacked by a man…
“Man Bites Shark,” announces Andy. “You could change the title a bit.”
“It could be a story about fish and chips,” says Imogen. “Don’t they use shark to make battered fish pieces?”
“Oh, do you remember those wonderful fish and chips we had on Charlotte’s birthday when we went on our beach holiday?”
We are licking our lips as we remember. Shark tastes good!
“Isn’t sushi made from shark too?” asks Sophie.
No one is sure about that. Perhaps we should look it up.
Andy is looking up, looking up from his tablet. “Andy Murray, the tennis player likes sushi,” he tells us. “It says here that he eats 50 serves of it at one sitting.”
50 serves? It seems he likes it a lot. I can’t eat even one serve. I like my fish cooked.
"He has sushi waiting for him when he steps off the court," continues Andy. He's reading the latest Australian Open tennis trivia. Andy Murray and all the famous tennis players are here in Australia at the moment. But they're not actually playing much tennis. It’s too hot. Play has been suspended: the ‘extreme temperature’ rule, you know.
I wonder what tennis players do while they’re waiting for the weather to cool down. More to the point, what shall I do? Eat fish and chips? Write a blog post? Do both? I could call my story Shark Attack in the Highlands or Man Bites Shark.
I could do that... or maybe not. You see, it's hot. It’s far too hot to do anything but lie still.
"What's the temperature going to be like tomorrow?"