I don't do HOT

 Cooler today, "only" 23 deg apparently, but the humidity always hits me.  I am sanding down the base of the stool I bought on Monday, and which I put some wood filler into - it feels like I'm running a marathon, pulling a Rhino!

I was thinking earlier, of one year when we took Keith's mum down to stay with some friends of hers in Torquay.  Tam was only a year or so old and it was SO hot.  Yet Keith's mum had thick tights on, and several layers including a cardigan.  She wouldn't let us open the windows, even a crack, because she knew for a fact that if there was air coming in and it touched your face or neck, you would get Bell's Palsy.  Keith's dad had had it after being hot and driving with the window open, so obviously that should be avoided at all costs.  Coincidence I would hae thought, not cause and effect.   Well, after about ten minutes  with Tam upset because she was so hot and it was airless in the car, I'd had enough and told Keith to open the windows before we all suffocated.  That was it, Grandma C immediately pulled her cardigan over her head.  Thinking back, that's just what she did when we drove across the suspension bridge over the river into Wales, as she couldn't bear to see the river below her, certain the bridge would collapse or Keith would drive through the barrier into the river!  For an intelligent woman, she had a remarkable lack of common sense.  

One of the roses that came with the property, and which I took out of a planter and put in the soil.  THEN it really grew.

I went out for some cold meat and salad as I can't face cooking in this weather.  I needed rolls for my lunches at the weekend too.  

Right (which is what us Brits ALWAYS say), this won't butter any bread, time to do more rubbing down/choosing what stock to take at the weekend and pack it in the car.