Far Too Hot

It is beyond silly hot.  I am not doing well in the heat.  I never do.  At times like this, I can't wait until the winter so I can complain I'm too cold.

I've not got everything done, but I've managed a little.  I've pootled around in the garden, although I was flagging by 9.30am.  It gets ridiculously warm in our garden.  I left a watering can out with water and by mid afternoon the water was almost hot enough to use for washing up!  There's a lot more to be sorted out, but I've done at least a little.  Then I got my self assessment tax return done.  It took a regrettably small amount of time to work out how little I had earned but quite a long time on the phone to the tax office where a very helpful man was equally bewildered by the form because the new rules meant that I wasn't earning enough to be considered self employed.  It's apparently to do with new benefit rules so we had to do a lot of twiddling before I could put in an honest return. 

I've also got a few loads of washing done, a little tidying, a good natter with a neighbour (when I spotted bear having an unexpected trip to the park with school - and in this weather who can blame them?) and written a few thousand words.  A link to some of them is here.  It's a short story that for me is the equivalent of a session at the gym.  I had fun.  If I'm not careful, though, I'm going to be late again with the White Hart so I had better get on and leave you with the pic that inspired the story today.

Image from WikiCommons, Cemetery by the Ruined Church by Hermann Lungkwitz in the public domain