sailing over rooftop slumber

Another gorgeously lovely day which pretty much failed to impress upon me how hot it really was because the air conditioning did it's job and kept my body temperature at an acceptable level for most of the day, save for the now thrice daily moment when the fan sets itself at a frostbite threatening angle and I have to tilt the plastic tilty thing up a notch with the cutting board ruler.

A gathering of the clans this evening, round at my sist'inlaws house a score mile or two up the M56 for our five-weekly haircut. The lass who cuts our hair did so for some famous wagwedding recently but not being a footiefan and probably not paying enough attention I now fail to remember who it was (although one of the nevilles rings a bell). Too much chinwagging meant we left a tad late so a darkiness shot it is with a long exposure to capture the wonderful misty moon drifting over the chimleys of rooftopterracerow.