The door locked and unlocked a dream. This morning the lock slid open to let my carer in, then it locked easily when I went for an early morning walk round the block and unlocked easily, Late morning H, my neighbour, brought me a love posy of deep purple sweet peas. Luckily the window into the sitting room was open because the door wouldn't unlock. Try as I may it was firmly locked and determined to stay that way. Reluctantly I phoned the locksmith - he is a nice, genuine chap and it is a hot afternoon and he lives in Northallerton, which is twenty two miles away. He came immediately - it unlocked first twist. I made him a cup of tea, he fiddled about with it and decided it was the heat (it is a very hot day and the door faces due South). He is going to ring me on Monday to see how it has behaved over the week-end. I made him a cup of tea, which he appreciated but he totally refused to accept any money for petrol for a forty odd mile journey. I do feel guilty but it can't do anything other than express my appreciation.
It has been a really hot and humid day here and I struggled round and watered all my plug geraniums and all my pots. I was surprised to find that they were not as dry as I expected them to be - the humidity in the air I expect. The dreadful floods and loss of life in Europe can, like so much extreme weather over the last few years, be traced to climate change and hopefully may bring about a co-operation between nations to do something about it. Although I doubt it.
Le Tour finishes this week-end and I shall miss it. Rachel and my son together have carried me through it and I am so looking forward to the final stage on the Champs Elysees on Sunday afternoon. My fingers and toes are crossed for Mark Cavendish.
Tomorrow dear friends for lunch. I have just set the table - the speed at which I do things these days means I have got a half hour head start in the morning. And they are coming specially early to help.
See you after they've gone.