It's been a glorious sunny day...

I had a picnic in the Gardens with some colleagues at lunch; we all sat in the sun on the grass bank beside the Slate Towers fountain, eating wholemeal bagels and hummus and tomatoes, and cake (Viv had been baking), and getting somnolent and comfy like a gang of snoozing cats. The first lindens are just coming into flower, and their sweet scent was cascading over us. I really did nearly fall asleep, after having a rotten night last night (I had eaten an entire bar of chocolate, my first chocolate in a month, and was plagued by unsavoury nightmares of crashing cars and fighting off Second Favourite Baritone's creepy Scarpia - I'm sure Mr M-M is a perfectly nice guy who goes home to kiss his kids goodnight and walk his dog, and I guess it's a compliment to how unnerving his characterisation was that I subsequently have bad dreams about it!). Anyway, I managed not to drop off to sleep in the blazing June sun... and now as I set off home it is just a tad cooler so that cycling in it will be a pleasure rather than a toil. Please, dear Lord, please you gods and little fishes, let this really be summer now!