The weather has been so hot today. British weather is so odd. Winter dissipates into spring, and you would anticipate a gradual increase in temperature and sunny days in the lead up to summer. But no. During spring there are a handful of sunny days that are a lovely warm temperature, sometimes for a week or so at a time, and then the weather turns cold and wet and windy – and then it sometimes snows too.
And then all of a sudden a heatwave – and since you never know how long it’s going to last, you make the most of it. Strolls down the beach with the dog, strolls in the countryside with the dog, barbecues and family get-togethers. English men get their white legs out, which quickly turn red, and the women get out their tight shorts and skimpy tops and then turn equally red. Everyone seems to wash their cars on the same day.
And we all know that the sun won’t last and the rain will return: ahhhh, the British weather at its best. It’s the same every year, and yet the sudden appearance of the hot sunshine always comes as a surprise.
And today was the hottest day so far, so I did most of those things (except the shorts – NEVER shorts; not with my legs!) which of course meant no writing. But back to the grindstone tomorrow. Maid for Murder is coming along nicely. Almost halfway through the plot outline, so it won’t be long before it’s finished.
We’re also planning a house move to another part of the country, so trying to house hunt, job hunt, enjoy the freedom of currently not working AND writing at the same time is all very time consuming and exhausting – but it’s all good fun too.