Our weather seems to be a bit of a stuck record at the moment. Looking at the forecast for the rest of the week, we are promised Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun and, to round things off nicely, some Sun. This will undo all the good work that had been accomplished by the first quarter of the year. Lashings of rain, particularly over here in wales, had resulted in a reprieve for lawns and ponds across the nation as hosepipes could be uncoiled and plumbed in with merry abandon. However, I can almost hear the wails of panic at the water board now, as they slam the lid on their reservoirs and make us all drink foreign bottled water for the next five months.
With the hot weather comes the inevitability of interrupted sleep. I only have one duvet, which has a thickness of about 1 million 'tog'. That's perfect for the winter, but also excellent for poaching humans and small fish during the summer. Layers are coming off. Legs are hanging outside the bed. No tactic ever seems to work!
It won't last of course. This is Britain. Or at least, that used to be the case, but with global warming in full force can we expect 'sweaty bed syndrome' to last all year?
