Roses, roses. July.

When I arrived home again yesterday, I went into the garden, which hubby had faithfully watered each evening, to be greeted by my shrub roses which had come into full bloom whilst I was away. 
They have not suffered much in this hot weather. 
I got up early this morning at 5.45am to wander outside and enjoy the fresh coolness before the temperature climbs once more. 29C predicted here today in the Midlands.   
Time for breakfast.