Hello gorgeous. You misread the weather didn't you? That daily smothering heat that wraps you in baking foil while sticky juices erupt from every pore, indoors and out. That heat that means a leave-your-coat-at-home-day, a reading-a-fragile-book-in-the-sun-day. Certainly not a sudden deluge of water that bounces off the Tarmac sending grit and grime up your trousers day. Not a gloopy, blinding droplets of tears that catch in your lashes day or a stinging wind-whipped spray that runs down your back day. Idiot.

Posted on 15 Sep 2016