My wrist is aching - it has been all morning. I hope it isn't going to rain - I've left a line of washing out, on the say-so of the BBC that today would be sunny!
Come to think of it, I hope I'm not going to have a weather-monitor wrist. I don't want to ache in damp weather - that could make the British winter a pretty uncomfortable time.
Kew Green is full of schoolboys playing cricket - slightly chaotic catching practice at the moment. Gentle Lammas-tide weather so far; cloudy sky, fluffy green trees, and the Green itself burnt to dusty brown by the summer heat and drought. Into August already; my goodness, the year is whizzing by...
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