While I'm reading about the heat waves in Ireland, the UK and France I'm sitting on the balcony of my friend's apartment in Madrid, shoving chunks of watermelon into my gob, sipping a cold beer, and thinking about the siesta I'm going to take in a few minutes.
The heat here is dry, so it's actually easy to survive in 35°C and over, as long as you're in town and can stay in the shade. The beard was a bit much, all the same, so this morning I went to to a little barber's shop to get a haircut and a shave.
I decided to go all the way and get my head shaved and told the barber to take it all off. As usual in such situations I took off my glasses, closed my eyes and let the barber do his job; no chat, thank you very much. Either he thought I wasn't sure of what I wanted (I was), or I didn't express myself clearly (more likely), because he didn't quite shave my head, though he went close.
The streamlined cut suits me fine in this weather.