Whilst the hedge and bushy things (I am such a gardener) are still alive, all the grass is totally dead. In fact this was about as close as I got to the outside world yesterday - it has been stinking hot, and I was on the edge of cranky old witch all day.
I read today that local trees are already dropping their leaves, not for the onset of Autumn but because they are under stress from the drought.
Also outside my front door you may find Jemma (protecting her identity from "crazy crafty people"). She is enjoying the oppressive heat, strange creature that she is. Only 8 sleeps till she leaves for France. She has been getting organised and wrote a list of gift ideas for her friends and family in the journal.
Her cousins are up for berets, Her nan, a french scrap booking magazine , I have buttons next to my name. Her singing teacher and orthodontist are both down for chocolate and next to her brothers name .........she wrote ................ junk!