Sunday 18th August 2024

Climate change is a scam, the right likes to tell us, and yet northern Europe is shrouded with soot in the high atmosphere, blow over from North America where wildfires are out of control.

The moon rises and the sun sets, all red and angry, as their light is refracted through the soot, making the sight appear redder.

If this is not a sign to change, then I don't know what is. We have just the one planet to live on, not much use if we destroy it.

Out back, the neighbours had a bonfire, wile the moon rose so red at first, to be almost invisible.

The day began, well, late. After the long day on Saturday, we lay in until twenty to eight, although Jools had fed the cats at six, but come back to bed.

With nothing planned, it was to be a lazy day.

We had coffee and then fruit for breakfast with more coffee, by which time it was ten or just gone, so Jools went to see Jen, then went swimming, while I did stuff around the house, and cleared up afterwards.

Another fine day, though the smoke meant the sun was diffused somewhat, so not as hot, though hot enough even sitting on the patio.

Lunch was bacon and chipolata rolls, a brunch of champions, for sure.

There was, of course now that the season is back under way, football in the afternoon. All the afternoon, and as ever was a question of whether we could stay awake.

Supper was carbonara: I got some guanciale out of the freezer, boiled some pasta, grated cheese and brough it all together in about twenty minutes. I even opened a bottle of XV to go with it.

And with that, the weekend was over, and back to work on Monday.