Surely the very best time of day when the weather is like this - everything smells and feels fresh and clean, there is a stillness in the air and a quietness - that feeling that 'all's right with the world' - a feeling which gradually disappears as the sun gets hotter and the news filters through and you begin to realise that in fact very little is right with the world. So I shall cling on to it until The Times pops through the letter box and I switch on Breakfast television. Hairdressers today so my weekly trip into town and my taxi arriving at twenty past nine to take me there. Masks not obligatory but I shall continue to wear one - Covid lurks. A dear very old friend has died in the village - of pneumonia which started as Covid I understand. So in the last ten days that is two old folk who have passed on - very hot weather does not suit the elderly does it - one was 102 and one 95. Both 'ready to go' to use their own words.
It has been exceedingly hot here today - far too hot to even think let alone do. But needs must and my pots all needed a good watering and dead-heading. So Priscilla and I set to work as soon as we returned from the hairdressers. Hard work for me - I have an outside tap front and back and both have hoses permanently fixed, so it was out with the scissors to dead-head and then a gentle watering - I did it morning and again after lunch. I could almost hear the plants saying 'thank-you'.
I forgot to watch Hemingway this week so I shall now go, pour myself a coffee and watch it on iplayer. My large thermos flask is filled with freshly-made Lazy Sunday coffee each morning by my carer - and it is such a good idea. Keep cool.