Sunny, a sky untrammeled by cloud and ridiculously hot here chez Casa Reynard.
My drive is a suntrap, and half an hour ago, it was reading 38C in the shade and 48C in the sun. Erk. Well, the tomatoes are loving the impromptu greenhouse if nothing else. And you know it's too hot when the cats don't want to go out much. Madam Lexi is currently splooted on the floor next to me, not sure where Madam Poppy is. Probably on the table in the hallway.
Slept so-so, and then had to get up to answer the gentle but insistent call of imperious nature. By then, it was no point going back to bed. I have done a load of laundry - yet to hang it out though - and moved a couple of my tomato plans, as they've gotten so big that I'm in danger of knocking them over when I reverse off the drive.
Am just going to spend the afternoon chilling and watching the athletics.
Time for luncheon, however.