Feeling hot, hot, hot.

Local news has been going on about how hot it is – seems an old lady collapsed in the heat in her back garden and her daughter thought she’d fallen asleep and put a blanket over her! Couple of hours baking in the sun and she is now in hospital recovering.
Heard on the radio of an elderly gentleman who walked along the prom at Bournemouth in suit, shirt and tie, vest (sleeveless t-shirt-like garment worn next to the skin, for our American friends), and rain coat (in this weather!), as everyone else was running around wearing next to nothing, who collapsed and was rushed to hospital to recover. Old people!
Read in the local paper of the rich people suffering on their floating gin palaces at Cowes (Isle of Wight, big sailing week thingy) quenching their thirst with more alcohol and then being recovered to the nearest first aid post suffering from dehydration – only to go back out and repeat the experience!

The rail problem could be worse. My sister is a train driver, and at the moment she is not allowed to drive unless she signed off at her depot over 12 hours previously – and when she suddenly finds that her train terminates in South Wales and it takes her 5 hours to return to her depot to sign off then she is not legally allowed to take her 07:30 out the following morning. This causes people to moan about the lack of a train to work the following morning, etc, so they drive instead and get into traffic jams and get mad. (She gets murderous if you mention leaves on the line!)

Wish I had some time off but I just know it will be wet and windy when my holiday comes around – how was I to know? July and August in Britain can usually be classified as very mild winters!

Flood is still scratching and there are still bleddy moths circling his head.