Yes, summer has arrived and with it, deancing sown the high street hand in hand comes the Spanish heat. When I say heat, I should clarify what I mean: I don't mean warmth, I mean HEAT. Imagine, if you will the oven has been on all day and you didn't realise. "Is that oven still on?” You ask yourself as you cross the kitchen and spot a small red light that shouldn't be on. You open up the oven door to check that it's not just a faulty switch and...too late! A wave of scorching, eye-brow-removing-heat smacks you across the face Or imagine, if you will, it's mid summer and you are lying drowsily in bed, the sound of crickets chirping in the distance and the gentle sway of a palm leaf sends cooling shadows across the wooden beams of the bedroom ceiling. Sunlight, tip-toes gently across the room, caressing your spring wardrobe, suggesting it may be time to pack away the socks till autumn. Then, in the very same instance, some trickster sneaks up to you and super-glues two steaming hot water bottles to your face. Well, that's what the arrival of a spanish summer is like. In Today's Episode of Speaking of Spain…what to do when you live inside the oven..the Gazpachomonk presents his dastedly 9 point plan to surviving a summer in Spain...