On another very hot morning, Jackie and I transported another car load of green garden refuse to the Efford Recycling centre.
After lunch I watched the recorded highlights of the fourth T20 match between England and New Zealand. This is not my normal choice of cricket, but on such a sweltering afternoon it was acceptable before I buried my nose once more in “Culloden”.
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While we watched contrails dissipating among the clouds and the occasional bird flying overhead while, still in T-shirts, we enjoyed a glass of wine on the patio before dinner it occurred to me that the clear blue skies of the last few days are no longer cloudless.
Said dinner consisted of hot and spicy and tempura prawn preparations with vegetable spring rolls on a bed of Jackie’s colourful savoury rice with which she drank more of the Zesty and I drank more of the Malbec.