Combine thermostat

'You look like a farmer today,' said Claire, when she caught me on the stairs. I examined my look of unkempt beard, sun damaged skin, checked shirt and unnecessarily heavy duty boots, and realised she had a point. The only thing missing was some straw dangling from my mouth, although I often do that with a pen.

A cheeky carefree shandy at lunchtime, dictated by the weather and my friend Sophie's gathering of a few of her gang for a rambunctious hour.

The parents texted me to say they were in Market Harborough, lunching on a panini. They were making good progress towards my flat and when I finally escaped the office I nipped home (whilst cycling with dandylion and practising our Scouse accents) and found them perched outside the block on a wall. I'm glad they weren't mistaken for any of the usual ne'er-do-wells who loiter near the bin store.

Then a chilled evening of trying to lower the temperature in the flat, and eating summer foods like salad, ice cream and raspberries (not strictly in the same bowl).