I’m afraid my walk thoughts will have to wait until tonight as I didn’t wake up until after 8 (no chocolate ads please)
I went to bed exhausted last night, only to wake at 1.50am, but went straight back to sleep. Even Maggie didn’t stir until I did this morning.
I remember the summer of 1976, the hottest on record at the time. I was in a caravan with the fiancé-ex-husband-to-be and it was sweltering, but nothing like this. We Brits just aren’t used to it, however, at least there is a slight breeze today.
Today and tomorrow are warned as being the hottest days of the year, and with the temperature already at 22º , it is just too hot to go out now so we’ll have our long walk this evening before bedtime.
Yet another day of staying indoors and trying to keep cool. Poor Maggie is feeling it worst, and being black, can get no respite, so is restless unless she’s managed to find somewhere cool enough to sleep.
The garden is shrivelling, so I’ve been outside with the hose. Just the sound of the water spray is refreshing, and no doubt the roses and veg crops relished their shower.
Despite our extra wash loads and showers, our utility readings are on a par with our budget, so that at least is a blessing.
We have a new invasion now of thunderbugs, hundreds of little black flies driven in by the heat, attracted to sweaty skin and light colours. They are a pain, but we can deal with them. The citronella candles seem to be working and we are hoovering up corpses from the window sills every day. As for the other, we’re getting there.