Welcome to our very own sun-soaked Lovely Island
Body shapes and book choices decide the social order on unexpectedly sunny Irish beaches, writes Donal Lynch
We're that far into the heatwave now that it seems legitimate to fantasise that this is not just a warm spell but permanent climate change.
Complacency has kicked in. It feels like we have won the weather lottery and we're growing indifferent to the riches, even to the point of complaining. People have developed home-grown tans.
The plight of Irish Water feels gently amusing. Our whole cadence of living has changed - nobody's doing any real work, the afternoon is a sort of waking siesta in which you fantasise about showering the clammy office sweat off your body.