Bolting broccoli

I went to a bbq last night hosted by a family of Latvians. It was to celebrate the solstice as they would traditionally celebrate it at home. It was nice to see some of the customs. One of them was the older lady ( who didnt speak any English) who kept filling my shot glass with gin regardless of how often I tried to stop her.
So today I was feeling a little fragile. The weather perked up considerably so I have spent most of the day doing nothing much in the garden and watching the tennis on tv.