33.20 – the heatwave breaks

The thunderstorm on Thursday night may have interrupted my sleep a little bit, but as it brought the temperature down I didn't mind so much, and when it was done, it was cool enough to sleep. My cat was not very happy during the heatwave. He had pretty much stopped eating and we were having… Continue reading 33.20 – the heatwave breaks

The heatwave breaks

After so many days of breathless heat, rainfall sounds like music. The first drops like strings introducing the melody, then the full orchestra joins as the rain becomes a downpour, with thunder like timpani rolling wildly overhead. And when the performance ends the dripping and trickling sounds like applause and the footsteps of an audience… Continue reading The heatwave breaks

32.20 – the heat goes on

This week's sleep: Noctus interruptus. It's been a difficult time for sleeping over the past week. Last Friday night it was Eid fireworks at 11.30pm, followed by a helicopter hovering for an hour at 3.30am; Saturday night there was some kind of altercation further down our street and a window was smashed, with more arguing… Continue reading 32.20 – the heat goes on

31.2020 or “I can’t believe it’s August already”

I cannot believe it's August already. August. Summer proper. We even had a day and night of significantly hot and distinctly Un-British weather (36C/96F in my part of London). Even with a fan it was difficult to concentrate in the home office on a Friday afternoon with those temperatures. So I felt fully justified in… Continue reading 31.2020 or “I can’t believe it’s August already”