Everyone is talking about it, aren’t they. The heat. It’s fab. It’s like being on holiday. The thunderstorms will be immense when they come.
Another dilemma this week. When I meet someone new, and they ask me how many children I have, the answer of course is 3. And then comes the tricky bit – how old are they? Because once you go down that path inevitably there’s going to have to be a bit of an explanation. And last week it just felt so unfair on the poor person who asked me because they then were so sorry. I am never going to say I have 2 children. But I don’t yet have an elegant way of responding to further questions. Dear me.