I feel like the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz, melting in the heat but without the assistance of a bucket of water.
I have snores from all directions as MOH has flaked out on the couch, Bud is outside, Maggie is by the window on her cushion and Hubby has gone back to bed having taken one of his bombs as the heat is really getting to him again.
Last night the temperature didn’t ease much and at 11.30 we thought we had an intruder in the back garden so both got up to see what was going on.
It turned out to be our neighbour emptying the trash and letting their dog out. What a row. Only one man but it sounded more like ten.
Hubby slept in the spare room, or tried to, because he was so restless, and at 12.15, there was another commotion out back, so we guess he had two bags of trash.
I finally turned my light out about an hour later and managed to sleep until around 5am.
It’s hot again today, and MOH asked if there was anywhere we wanted to go or anything we wanted to do. We are both shattered, so after yesterday’s calamity, first order of the day was up to the pet shop to replenish stocks of flea treatments.
MOH and I walked up to give the dogs their first walk of the day before it got too hot. We are avoiding the beach in case any sand flies are also bothering Bud, and the sand may be too hot for the dogs’ feet anyway.
Almost £40 later as he bought everything in duplicate to replace ours and have some for himself, we went in for coffee and cake before walking back.
I’ve suggested he de-bug his car today now that he had the means to do it, but his sprays and powders are still in his rucksack.
He asked if there was a river nearby where we could take the dogs swimming………. and we have the beach up the road???? …….. but even if we did, it would mean a car journey and me sitting in the back with two wet dogs and anything else (er, that’ll be a No).
He did mention playing scrabble (11 am) and I think our groans were heard on the High Street. It’s just too hot to think, too hot to sit huddled over a table, and too hot to do anything, period, but we’ll probably play this afternoon, even if it’s just the two of us.
We’ve hung the bedding out on the line again as hopefully the sunlight should annihilate any of the buggers we missed. I’ve checked Maggie again this morning and she’s clear.
MOH has said he wants a scampi dinner tonight. I don’t have any in the freezer, but he’s content to treat us from the chippy down the road. Even though we are his hosts, I’m growing a little uncomfortable with his generosity as that’s not what we’re about and I don’t like to take advantage. Until today, I’ve managed to ‘pay our way’ by stocking up the cupboards and freezer with goodies and nibbles, plus buying coffee, ice creams or breakfast out.