I hear thunder...

Well. What a swelter of a belter of a day!

We’ve done nothing. Absolutely nothing. Apart from drinking water with ice. Lots of ice.

No support team his evening so poor Alan’s left with us. He and his dad were going to go out for a walk but distant (and getting closer) rumbles of thunder put paid to that.

Then the rain came.

It’s stopped now and they’ve gone out in the car. Heaven knows where. Lola and I are just sitting here contemplating more water.

I can’t bear to put the tv on and hear anymore about Bojo Trump and his Band of Merry Numpties, who are now in charge of the country.

Pass the gin.