I’m northern. I can’t take the heat. I miss the sea breeze.
It’s too hot to take photos.
It’s too hot to write conherent posts.
It’s too hot for FB to sleep (3.15 onwards this morning. Luckily his dad took over at 5 am so I am not a total heap on the floor.)
It’s pretty much too hot to craft, though I’m making limp attempts.
It’s too hot to think about food, but I’m breastfeeding, so I’m always hungry.
We’re off to sit under a tree with friends. In the shade, with fruit and lots of water.
I can’t wait for it to rain over the weekend. Seriously. Then maybe my brain will start working again.