Hooray, summer has decided to stick around – even here, where we usually get our very own section of the weather forecast explaining why we’ll be suffering under a cloud of drizzle as the rest of the country basks in the sunshine. On Sunday it was warm enough that the bench was abandoned in favour of a picnic blanket in the dappled shade* and this morning, it was already hot as I set out for the paper at half eight and when I stopped for a chat with someone from the village on the way back her dogs spent the whole time trying to lie in each others’ shadows – it’s no weather to be a Labradoodle.
So in short, it’s hot, really hot. Everywhere. Except in the house, where despite having the door and all the windows open to let the heat in, it still manages to be bloody freezing.
* and by “dappled shade”, I mean that my half of the picnic blanket was in the sun, and the other half’s half was in the shade.