We’ve actually managed to have some fairly good weather here of late, which may have slightly hampered my writing progress. For example, Howard and I decided this Sunday to go out for a carvery for lunch.
I have to admit that it was a pretty good Sunday roast, but I didn’t manage to finish it all. Somebody had decided we were going to sit next to the window. He chose the seat in the shade and I ended up with the one in the sun, which doesn’t sound that terrible until you’re half way through a hot roast and you feel like your skin is melting off from the heat.