Last weekend it got up to 24 degrees centigrade during the day. Even on Monday during my lunch break I managed to spend a little time in the garden soaking up the vitamin D.
Today it’s freezing.
Well, it feels like it is freezing and so, having watched our two putty cats looking miserable and trying to keep warm, I’ve relented and put the central heating back on for a few hours. I’ll turn it off before Paul gets back. Don’t tell him. (He mourns the days when sharing a house with Marg they celebrated a winter quarters gas bill of only £7.00!)
You would not think it is June. The temperature outside is only 10 degrees centigrade which is a full 14 degrees lower than it was this time four days ago. I just hope it warms up for the weekend before we join some friends to celebrate a 50th birthday Hog Roast.
Anyway, have a good weekend yourselves and see some of you very soon.