Even hotter

and it promises to be scorchio-ier by the weekend. We had to have a frozen yoghurt to be able to get home from the plaza. Same formula for the afternoon, with a late beach trip. The boys had to be dispatched to a bar for ice and in search of the Red Cross as a small child sustained a plastic sword eye injury. Thanks goodness they did their jobs without fuss when needed and the ice did the trick, he'll be fine poor lamb. I pointed out how play gets ugly when you're a boy, and after Little A's wobbly in the kitchen this morning, only cured by rigorous tickling, the heat has been getting to us all.

If one thing is sure, they'll miss each other next week when Ben goes off to England.