Oxford local radio / traffic poses a question to a presenter every morning – Today’s weather in a word? Yesterday’s word was HOT. Today’s was SWELTERING.
The presenter was not wrong. But then I knew how it would be.
My sliding sleep was particularly delicious and uninterrupted. but I was awake around 05.00 and flexing and out to Castle Meadows very early. Relatively speaking.
Well I think 05.35 – 06.34 is early enough. We wandered slowly. It was a calm and quiet morning, the two noisiest ingredients out there any morning- cows and red kites had yet to get going. But before we started off, a pussy came to visit. A sweet ginger pussy, sporting a collar, who inspected the inside of the car.
H became aware of our visitor and stuck her nose over the central arm rest, sniffed, and remained utterly silent.
She also remained silent when she hared after the baby bunnies who scattered every which way. They are not fools. It was a beautiful morning , around 18C.
T was still in bed when I arrived home but eventually arose and prepared himself for his day out at his Social Club. He tripped in meekly, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Meanwhile I had things to do. Investigating the bed was number 1 on the list. My attempt to fix and glue new screws in came to nowt because all the screwheads were too small and slipped through the holes in the metal angle iron. I need those metal washers.
Plan number 2 was enacted – I filled some bags with old / unseasonal clothes and thumped them in the underbed drawers. I then covered them with the thicker winter duvet, having rescued the lighter weight summer one from its relative obscurity. The mattress was heavy. the mattress topper was mightily heavy and harder to manoeuvre . Sweat dripped, curses were uttered, the bedroom looked like a bomb site, but was slowly returned to some sort of normality. Big improvement!
I breathed a sigh and sat down to recover. Then the phone rang and I negotiated a booking on Ali’s behalf for the hire of Moulsford Pavilion tomorrow afternoon for the enjoyment of George and his mates – a late birthday arrangement. Paddleboarding, then football and then pizza. A teenager arrangement.
The News was on and drifted through my consciousness – two items of interest – Gatwick has instructed airlines to limit their capacity and cancel flights now, ahead of the school holidays in order to avoid a repeat of recent chaos. I wonder if that will affect our wedding flights.
The other item of interest was the fact that Covid cases are 40% up since the Jubilee weekend. Whoops! I wonder how they know, since testing has stopped.
There is an another item which won’t affect most of us. Probably because he felt Scholz, Draghi and Macron had stolen his thunder by cosying up to Zelensky, Boris decided to visit Ukraine. Today. When he was supposed to be saying important Boris things at some Red Wall gathering or other, he has stood them up.
I think it is was an important date, linked to the up coming bye elections. The ones where the Honiton Tory candidate was asked twice if she thought Boris was honest, or similar. I will give her some marks for honesty because she whittered and was verbally evasive, and could / would not confirm her belief in his integrity. Perhaps it will be a good thing if she does not get elected.
T has been busy since he came home from daycare – restlessly prowling around and fiddling. Never still. Just one of his behaviours that tenses me up. It is too hit to sit outside.
My plants are slowly frying to crisps.
I believe tomorrow will be cooler.
The evening drifted on – one of those occasions when only the morning will reveal the chaos T will have created. It started before bed when I realised he had closed all the windows – I could hardly breathe and I was dripping. What is it with him that the windows are opened wide in the depths of winter, and closed on a summer evening?
Thought for the Day
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