Hot

Frazer, our good buddy, called Spook on Skype last night. It was nice to see him. I felt quite fond and asked him if he missed me.
'God, no!...I read your blog - I feel like I'm living with you!'.
So maybe I need to get out more and have less of the domestic stuff.  But it's a really ordinary life. Except that it's hot. Finn came home in melt down from school. 29 degrees - and headed straight to join friends at the lake. Meg was in the lake after school yesterday. And Finn is going back at mid-day tomorrow. Problem is, that might be ALL they do. Meg scowled her way through golf and declared she wasn't going back. (none of her friends there). Neither went to football as it was too hot. Instead of wanting a lift because it's cold and wet, they want a lift because it's hot.
I made lovely date scones and no-one ate them because it was too hot and they don't like dates (so I ate them.)
Met a Scottish lady at the golf who's lived here for a year and they plan to commute to their farm in Forfar once a year. Her husband has gone home for 3 months to get the summer work done and then stays here the rest of the year. She goes home for 3 weeks in October.
 Anyway, she's going to the Aspiring Runners tomorrow, so I might give it another shot - unless it's too hot.