Things are getting desperate – our entire hoard of chocolate has had to be relocated to the fridge after it was discovered to have gone a little squidgy in the kitchen cupboard.
Confectionary issues aside, it has been gloriously, wonderfully, meltingly hot – just as long as you don’t need to go anywhere, or dress appropriately for anywhere further than the front door. Today, with a rustling breeze floating through the back garden, we decamped outside as soon as we’d done our chores, and now, with windows firmly shut against tiny (and not so tiny) wee bugs, I’m sorting back through the photos that I’ve taken over the last couple of weeks; family expeditions under cloud, days that were cool but bright, and the day we watched Top Gear being filmed through pouring rain. I’m not sure whether it’s Mummy brain, or I’m just heat-addled, but the idea of rain seems so very extraordinary right now. But it’s ok, I think I’ve found the perfect tonic to accompany my now resolidified chocolate buttons; a balm for any over heated souls.
In short, the day we introduced H to the splash pools:
It didn’t take him long to realise why we make a beeline there every time the sun peeps out, and if there were any doubt about the matter, the look on Kitty’s face says it all:
Pure joy for our little water nymph.