I'm biting my lip. I know you don't want me to say it. You'll blame me when it changes and there's rain for 40 days and nights (again). But I can't stop myself. It's too hot for me. There, I said it. Yes, I know that I complained about the long, drawn-out, chilly spring and kept saying "When, oh when will I finally be able to put my winter jumpers away?". I should know better than to wish for things. I simply don't like it this hot but, as the youth say, it is what it is. So

I have to admit that I don't (like it hot, I mean) when it comes to Pilates. Maybe it's my all-too-obvious Northern European genes, but I...