I was out the door early on Tuesday to head to Heathrow to pick up our eldest son, who has come back from university for the summer. It’s great to have him back; the house is a very different place with him in it. He arrived on a cold and drizzly day and had to listen to my insistence that this was an anomaly compared with the past few weeks. By the end of the weekend we were all trying to stay cool as the temperatures ramped up beyond 30°C. The cats have been expressing their views on the weather through their body language, flopping to the ground and stretching themselves out every chance they get. Ollie the cat expressing how we were all feeling this weekend. The heat means that my walks to the office from Euston will be on hiatus until it passes. I’d rather sacrifice the walk for a dry shirt. On Sunday my eldest son and I drove over to my mum and dad’s place for a lovely lunch and passed what we thought was a tornado next to the motorway. My weather forecasting neighbour Brian…
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