Great days…
…but not necessarily great weather.
My brother and his wife came over from America last week, bringing their eight-year-old grandson. They arrived at Heathrow on Wednesday morning and came up to see us on Friday.
When the little lad climbed out of the car he said, “Is it winter here?”
He could be forgiven for thinking that. On Sunday I was back into a polo neck sweater, a woollen cardigan and a gilet, and was only just warm enough.
Today we’ve been sweltering on the golf course, with temperatures forecast to rise to 30 degrees by Sunday.
Watching Wimbledon at the moment. Andy Murray has just won his match – hooray – and that marathon match of 59 all in the final set from last night is set to continue any time now.
After that I’m off for a wedding rehearsal prior to the wedding on Saturday, which is rather nice since weddings won’t come my way too often now that I’m retired.
Oh, and I’ve just started writing the third novel, so plenty going on.
Great days!