The good news is the plants all seem to be surviving my ministrations.
But as for me, I am wilting! It’s gone 11.00. p.m and still too hot to consider going to bed yet. Luckily, I think I can declare it too hot to be wearing the official garments I normally wear to tomorrow’s commitments, and go for sensible, cooler, more summery garments instead.
I managed to get through the last normal afternoon at one of my regular commitments in one piece. I’ve three more sessions there, but for different purposes. I heard one of the songs in a shop today, and astounded myself at singing quietly along whilst I was contemplating the joys of being able to buy sandals in a different colour. Well, not the same colour I’ve worn for over twenty years. It was an odd, but nicely odd feeling!
Decisions about the months of July and August have been made, and packing up here will start one next week is done. Lists will be made, I fear.