WE must be the only country in the world which, after getting one day of great weather, tells people to stay indoors.

Yesterday we had several national front page newspapers urging us to do just that.

It is going to be hot for one, at a stretch, two days. In fact, I wouldn’t even call it hot - 28 degrees centigrade is not hot. It is a ‘bit of decent weather’.

Hot is when the temperature passes the 35 degrees mark and you live in a desert and can’t get access to water. I would be pretty worried if I was in that situation, but this? Sorry, this does not warrant a severe weather warning.

But then the warnings did indeed begin. ‘The blistering heat’ will be followed by thunderstorms. There is nothing blistering about this heat really is there?

The localised flooding bit I can understand but the sun? Leave us alone and let us relax for a change.

The advice we normally get is simple common sense: ‘Drink plenty of fluids and wear some sun cream.’ ‘Don’t stay out in the sun too long’.

The fluid bit is a no-no if you are fasting but everyone else take note: if you get hot have some water to drink, it will help.

And if need be find the shade if you find yourself sweating a little.

We have become so accustomed to awful weather that when we do get some good weather we need to make it as depressing as possible.

I would do the opposite. I would stay out as long as possible and enjoy it.

And whilst the month of Ramadan continues we find ways round the apparent lack of football.

Last week I joined several other players at half past midnight to play football at the Power League. The game seemed to last an eternity but I have to say it wasn’t that bad.

Being on the wrong side of forty, playing against twenty-somethings makes you realise that football was indeed better in the eighties.