The family diva has spent her night in a cool spot at the end of the upstairs hallway. She hears me putting on my shoes and trots along to see what's happening. En route she partakes in a little rug surfing. A lengthy ear chook is given.
Reassurance dispensed we head downstairs into the kitchen. Would you believe from the picture that yesterday a carrier bag full of hair was removed from her torso ? Me neither. There are benefits to short haired dogs.
Yesterday was hot. Today is setting itself up to be even hotter. Already 21 degrees a little after six. We take the opportunity of the cool tarmac to give the village a once over. The flags are still out on the war memorial. That's 32 days. I should start a sweepstake to see if we can make it to 45. Of course they may have become a permanent feature.
Last night, despite the heat, the farmer bailed up the cut grass in the field across the lane. His tractor is of the pre-airconditioned cab, generation. It must have been torture inside.