Friday 8th September 2023

Folks ask, if there's global warming, where the evidence?

Well, apart from the hottest six months on record happening all this year, the last five days have now registered temperatures over 30, which is unprecedented in the UK. Not only that, today there was a sixth, and on Sunday the temperatures will peak, so that will be seven.

It is as hot now as it was at the hottest point last July, and it is September. The duvet has been abandoned and a single sheet is on the bed. And its still too hot.

That being said, it was a work day, with seven hours of meetings, and the opening topic on every one was how damn hot it was, either in France, Germany or even Denmark.

I had set the moth trap, so went out at half six to check on what had been caught, and was rewarded by several Emeralds, including two very nice Pale Emeralds.

A first for the garden trap.

The bins put out, and Jools went to work just before seven, most folks having bailed on yoga so the class was cancelled, and it was too hot to go swimming.

Just walking is like moving through soup of gravy.

At least the birds are happy with the situation, chirping from dawn to dusk and feasting on the bounty in the feeders.

Work was painful, with endless discussions on things going on, endlessly. By half one it was too much to bear, so I logged out after promising to be right on it first thing Monday.

Promises are easy to make on sultry Friday afternoons.

Another issue with the Zoom meeting meant I didn't get in the quiz, so we went to Jen's, in order to pick her up, so we would all go to John's to play cards, as he won't now drive in the dark.

So this is plan B.

But at Whitfield we found traffic jammed up, and only by luck did we get round to turn off into te village and get to Jen's. Sadly John's house is back over the other side of the A2, and it was jammed to Shepherdswell, meaning we could not get there.

Jen called to let him know, and so we played Meld between us, which took less than an hour, and we were done at eight, by which time the traffic had melted away, though the road still closed as the air ambulance was landing to take a motorcyclist to hospital after the accident.

Back home just before dark, and greeting us was Scully on the drive meowing as if asking where did we think we had got to at this time of night.....