As I was coming out of the local shop with bags in both hands, I do this to keep the balance as Iām elderly and not a steady walker, When the heatwave like a shimmering wall was coming towards me. I turned my back to the inferno of heat as horses do When the winds blow, but there was no respite. I believe we have degraded our planet; this is proof. I struggled home not far was near, but the going was slow Finally, I entered the building exhausted and dizzy. The porter took the bags and helped me up some stairs to the lift. At the flat windows were shut to keep the heat out. I knew, had I been less fortunate, say, without an abode the heat, would have killed me. Sudden heatwaves, unexpected frost freezing fog, hurricane and burning forests, it might be too late to save humankind.