Hot, isn’t it?

Despite the heat yesterday, I drove over to the campsite where Michael and Danielle were staying. I went early because they had decided it was too hot by lunchtime to stay on. They were camped alongside the River Avon and there were plenty of entry points for a bit of paddling. So we were in.

Being as blind as a bat, I couldn’t quite see the tiddlers swimming about in the river, but Danielle assured me there were some there. And she was right. It wasn’t long before William and I found them. And excitement of excitement, William caught one in his net.

Naturally, we weren’t quite prepared and the bucket to put it in was on the shore. William very carefully carried the fish in the net, nurturing it all the way and he was delighted to plop it into the bucket of water and excitedly tell Mummy all about it. Such fun.

I had left John having a lie-in, and he was just getting up when I got home. However, we were so warm by lunchtime that we really thought it would be best if we didn’t do anything much at all. So we lazed about, watching a bit of TV and generally congratulated ourselves on being so sensible. Hehehe.

Of course, today has been even warmer than yesterday. I wasn’t sure exactly what the temperature was outside, as both of our indoor/outdoor weather stations seem to be on the blink. I had a bit of a fiddle with them and got them working for a while but they soon nodded off again and refused to tell us consistently how hot it was. According to one of them at one point it was 31°. Believable. The other one, placed in direct sunlight against the hot bricks of the wall, reckoned it was 57°….. blimey…. no wonder they were on the blink. Unbelievable?

The floor fitter arrived early this morning and got on with fitting our new floor in the dining room. We are both pleased with it and think it will look very good with the cupboards we’re having fitted and the décor we have chosen. Fingers crossed anyway!

We spent the morning pottering about with one or two jobs – a bit of a tidy-up; phone calls to the consultant’s secretary about the prostate biopsy and another one to the dentist; a bit of washing; and feeding water to wilting plants.

I was thinking I might nip up to the shops, but the morning wore on and it was clearly too hot to walk and I didn’t want to take the car, so I rummaged in the fridge for something to eat. In the end, I made Gazpacho soup. It was so cool and refreshing that we finished the lot!

Just after lunch, the scaffolders called in. When they had come to scaffold up for the solar panels, quite a few of the tiles were broken, so they came to ‘make good’. Pffft! They did what they could but didn’t get the job finished. “Ah, well, you see, we’d have to take the ridge tiles off to get at those…… so I can’t do anything about them.” Humph. John will be on the phone to the scaffolder’s boss tomorrow…….

This afternoon, John tinkered on the car. The garage was the coolest spot in the house. I, on the other hand, was a lady of leisure. Margaret came round to watch Downton Abbey with me, as I’d still got it rented. We popped open a bottle of Prosecco and, ensconced in the best seats in the house, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. The film was even better the second time round!

This evening, alternate to our Thursday evening once-a-fortnight-chat, it was the college crew get-together on Zoom. The aim of the game was to get everyone together, as Thursdays seem to be proving impossible. Ha! Mondays are impossible, too. There were four of us this evening – sickness, caring duties and committee meetings all got in the way. Never mind, maybe next time?

Covid is enjoying the warm weather, too, and the stats tell us that 1 in 19 people have now been infected. Paul still says he’s not feeling too bad, so fingers crossed it stays that way.

Mask up everyone – the variants are enjoying the repeated infections! Loving it, in fact, and morphing into something new each time. Grrr……..

Take care everyone. God bless.

Sorrel in the garden: now that’s alright isn’t it?