Make the most of today -- it may be the last good day for a while - or so say the weathermen. Now they are saying tomorrow will be alright but it is all downhill after that. That big swirling jet stream is pulling cold air down over us - all this orange on the weather map and then a creeping blue swoops down from the Arctic bringing a North wind and cold air. But sadly no rain. Walking round my garden where the sun is on it all day is quite depressing as every single plant is suffering from lack of moisture and suffering badly. Two of my new herbaceous geraniums are in danger of dying - one I can reach to water - but the other two are in a part of the garden inaccesible to me because I am not steady on my feet. I am hoping the gardener comes tomorrow so that he can give them both a much-needed drink.
True to form it looks as though the cooler spell of weather destined to arrive shortly coincides with my cleaning out of my winter wardrobe and the putting in of my blouses and T shirts. Just in case I have left in a couple of jumpers.
The dreadful riots in the US fill me with horror and make me so glad I don't live there. That any society can treat a man like that just because of the colour of his skin is, and always has been, way above my comprehension. Much of my teaching life was spent in multi racial schools and many of the children I remember with great affection were black children. I am thinking back to the seventies and eighties but I really don't remember any racial tension around where I worked at that time. What a sorry state our world is in at the moment.
Our schools have reopened for some years from today but as yet it is impossible to say how many parents have taken up the offer to send their children back. I am not sure whether or not I would as a parent or whether as a teacher I would be happy going back. Luckily I am no long in a position to have to make that kind of decision.