Heat

All the windows are wide open and the house is still hot.

One son doesn't have school on Wednesday afternoons.

One son threw up yesterday so isn't at school.

One son came home feeling sick at lunchtime but hasn't actually been sick.

I'm feeling the heat.

I foolishly attempted to lie in the garden, needless to say I was unsuccessful. Instead, I was art directed by son number one to take photos of him flying paper aeroplanes out of his bedroom window. I succeeded.