Temperatures are sizzling

Hot hot hot. Sat in St Thomas' Lupus Clinic. I've longed for these summer days. Yearned even. When England reaches its potential in Summer, it soars! I'm not complaining though. I do feel sorry for the little toddler sat in his pushchair along the corridor from me. It's like his long uncomfortable screams and whimpering are a plea of begging his mum to get him out of here, take me to a cool breeze. I don't understand this heat and this feeling of claustrophobic pressure. The other patients are doing anything but being patient with the snidely stares and tuts under their breath.  That poor Mum knowing this is causing distress to others around and them not sympathizing with her. She's been told she is next. The nurse has asked her to take the boy outside for a little stroll. Finally, someone is offering her some reassurance of what to do. Half an hour has passed with that little man pulling at his top, his eyes swollen and his mum looking like she wants the ground to swallow her up. One of the hottest days of the year so far, in a stuffy corridor. As she walks off with the little lad the others start to mumble & whisper with each other. Words that would make that lady crumble if she could hear them. We wonder why people suffer with mental health, feeling out of their depth and feeling isolated. Where is the love in society today. I have the knowledge in an hour or so I can walk out this clinic and help myself to a glass of water and know I can find a shady spot to sit under for 5. That little boy doesn't at his age, just a shame the intelligence of the other patients waiting to be seen couldn't think to themselves what was really going on with him. It wasn't a tantrum as they'd all said as she hurriedly walked away with him.