It is really jolly hot already today. And the hay fever is still ticking along, itchily. Gah.
Indeed. Although I do find taking medication routinely - tablets, nasal spray and a brilliant allergy eye spray that I've discovered this year - keeps it under control on all but the worst days.
Lots of love to Dormouse and continued homeward vibes and prayers for the bébé.
Feeling like a sodden itchy mass, what with hayfever and the heat!! Nothing seems to help except ice cold water and ice cubes around nose!! And there is the rest of the UK seemingly lying full stretch on the sands around the coast, enjoying, as the Met Man said "Another Glorious Day!"
Feel like a Scrooge!
((Bebe en rouge, Daisydaisy and anyone else quietly suffering from the heat etc.))
...... sadly, we left all my jam jars behind and buying them goes completely against the grain!
I have a box of various sizes in the garage - I rarely make jam now that I get through about 1 jar a year. I've found someone to buy my surplus fruit which she then makes into jam & sells at our local Country Market. Jamming isn't something I enjoy in this heat so I used to freeze and start bubbling away in the depths of winter when I need a reminder of sunnier days.
I've been celebrating extra mobility by moving walking frame etc into the garage ready to return. I'm also celebrating being able to remove the moon boot - it's not the right time of year to be wearing thick foam padding!
Hope everyone finds a cool breeze and a cold drink.
So I heard from an old schoolfriend who lives near Inverness. And from another FB friend that it was thirtysomething in Cork.
And some idiots are trying to tell us that global warming isn't a Thing.
It has approached thirty in sunny South Wales. We have to do stuff for the move but its hot.
On the subject of how hot it is, some place in Oman has set a record for the highest low temperature on one day. It didn't go below 41.9 for 51 hours. That, rather than high temperatures illustrates the problem.
...and now I'm going to have to find a way of cleaning the outside of the sitting-room window*, as some evil-minded bird has left a rather large deposit on it. I'd feel a bit daft inviting them to admire the view through a haze of bird-poo ...
It's getting very hot: 28° and rising, and expected to be 30° but feeling closer to 40 from Saturday until at least Tuesday.
Bl**dy hell.
* I don't think I can reach it - I'll probably have to enlist D's help.
You can buy a bottle of window-cleaning liquid that attaches to a hose. You spray the outside of the window. It doesn't do quite as good a job as ordinary methods, but it is a great improvement.
Well, yes - ISWYM. But 40C does seem a trifle excessive....
It's Ot and Umid here, though there's a bit of hazy cloud, and an on-shore breeze, to temper the Eat nicely.
For some reason, I don't feel very hungry this evening, so will probably just have a light refection at supper-time. Bagels, with salami, and a peppery salad, I think.
As for window-cleaning, many professional window-cleaners around here seem to use the long-handled brush/hose equipages, presumably to avoid the hazards of ladders.
Have brought my laptop out into the garden to work. It's perfectly pleasant in the shade of the house and underneath a hawthorn tree with a slight breeze. Don't think I'd want to be doing anything energetic though.
ION, They're filming new Poirot in town at the moment. The church where I go for Taize meetings, its surrounding houses and the town hall all have their original Georgian fitments and are used a lot for period TV. My friend has just met John Malkovich, who is the new Hercule Poirot. Definitely a bit out of the ordinary for Wakefield.
Bird-poo successfully removed - D. hardly had to stretch to get at it with a bit of wet kitchen-paper. He could have waited though - the Almighty has sent Copious Showers today, which would probably have seen it off.
The showers are accompanied by a fairly dramatic plummet in the temperature - it's 17° at the moment, but still set to go into the stratosphere over the weekend.
Choir practice is now finished for the summer, but we're meeting up with some of the choir in the usual pub this evening for a bite to eat, which will be nice - their food really is rather better than your average pub-grub - and the company will be good.
Pâté has been manufactured for tomorrow evening, and I'm very nearly organised for everything else - just a quick whizz round Costco and the Bulk Barn for a few bits and pieces, and I'll be sorted.
I don't doubt that the choir deserves a break, but what happens to the music at the Cathedral services meanwhile?
At our local Cathedral, the regular choir is replaced by visiting choirs and/or the voluntary singers, at least for the Sunday services (and occasionally during the week, as well).
We do what we can - several of the choir don't go away, and D. programmes good, but simple music during the summer. We always seem to manage to turn out a setting of some sort and an anthem - if we have a few others plus D. and me we can do something worthwhile.
There's actually quite a lot of music that's very effective, even if it isn't complicated.
Bad news: baby en rouge is still in hospital. Good news: they've finally worked out what's been ailing him all this time. Poor little bugger had a hernia (this is apparently quite common). The hospital is denying he'd had it for long but I think they're covering their arse.
Yesterday they operated to put his intestines back in their usual place and he's now looking much better. Oxygen saturation is now fine. He even had a general anaesthetic and his lungs stood up perfectly well. (This is why I am suspicious about their claim that the hernia was new: I think the oxygen desaturation was the preverbal version of "this bloody hurts".)
There's nothing wrong with him now as far as anyone can tell so they're keeping him for observation this weekend and he should be able to leave early next week.
Poor little piggy* -no wonder he wasn't feeling well. Here's to him getting home very soon!
V. nice evening with our friends - good company and (I hope) good food. Mind you, we nearly had a domestic this afternoon when we got home and D. said, "you do know you need to bake some bread, don't you?" Er, no - why couldn't you have mentioned that last night when it wasn't 28°? Oh well - at least it meant the bread was still warm from the oven ...
* D. and I have used the term "little piggy" for a baby for almost as long as we've been together - it's very much a term of endearment.
So glad it looks likes Bébe en Rouge will be home soon. Make the most of sleeping now.
As for terms of endearment husband and I refer to our son as the Bean or the Bunny and he is a haulking nearly thirty year old with a beard! Don't do that to his face though.
I like toads - they eat slugs. My cat likes toads - they jump and squeal :-(
Just been taken by a kind friend on a flying visit to my allotment to take 7 weeks worth compost. Oh my word what weeds! I see very little evidence of the help I was promised, so next week plan to take the early bus to as close as I can get to it and spend some time doing damage limitation (cutting the heads off the worse of the weeds) before the day gets too hot. I can see now how I'll be spending the Autumn and winter - still, it'll be better than joining the gym and just as effective
No, no - they're not weeds! They're Wild Flowers That Deserve To Flourish!
IJ
I'd like to agree with you, but t'Committe take a dim view (and I should know, I'm one of them!) - but it's mostly the thought of all the new weeds lurking (and associated hard work) if I don't deal with the seeds now.
Isn't a weed just a flower that's in the wrong place?
Another very hot, rather sticky day here, so apart from a brief trip into town to return a chair we'd borrowed when we were in the flat to its rightful owners, we've really just been chilling today.
It continues gloriously sunny here, and I continue to wimp out from outside activities - although I haven't managed to get my fellow guide leader on message. Wednesday night we were outside for a games evening: I'm still suffering the after effects of that one.
Or it could have been the half hour outside (with a hat and scarf) at 9pm on Thursday, when my daughter and I attempted to see Young Frankenstein: the musical and had to abandon it at the interval, when she started reacting to something and we left precipitately to avoid full blown anaphylaxis, using the epipen and several hours in hospital. (It was obvious her mouth and throat was swelling as we left to all the very concerned theatre staff.) Fortunately, sitting outside by the fountains in Leicester Square and washing her face seemed to clear that one.
That's the fifth thing I've had to abandon in the last few weeks:
the first act of Sleeping Beauty was amazing and I would have loved to see the whole thing, but was called home at the first interval;
Yangtze and I went to The Big Sing at Cecil Sharp House on 21 June - and I was called home before the bar singalong ... pout;
we had to abandon an afternoon recording of The Museum of Curiosity part way through, which meant I missed the recording of Sarah Kendall's second Australian Trilogy that evening;
I've wimped out of various things at the Globe, including Two Noble Kinsmen last night because it's been so bright I am sure I can't cope with being outside for that long
CK, you really are going through it; I bet you were wishing that this had been a more typical British summer (i.e. not too hot with a fair modicum of rain).
It continues to be scarily hot here: it's currently 25° but feeling like 31, and due to go up to 30° and feeling like 35 this afternoon.
And tomorrow's going to be worse ...
Although we only had a small choir today, we managed a decent fist of the music, and D. was well pleased.
Still ot and umid ere, but tempered by the unusually persistent ENE breeze - possibly a free gift from Russia? If so, thank you, Uncle Vlad....
Thundery Strums are predicted later for the left-hand side of the UK....
Piglet, full marks to D., your Good Self, and your attenuated choir, for making music today! I hope the congregation joined in, and was suitably edified.
Don't often post here but have been following the progress of Bebe en Rouge and really hoping that all goes to plan tomorrow and you finally get to start family life at home together.
I had a friend who had a similarly prem baby and I know that by four months she was very sick of going to the hospital every day, and she was a nurse! And also to add that said prem baby is now a strapping teenager, taller than his mum and has just gone off on his Bronze Duke of Edinburgh expedition!
Our premmie girl twin had a double inguinal hernia, which was discovered after she had come home from hospital, after being in neonatal care, by a very experienced baby health sister. She was immediately returned to the hospital for surgery, and now has three children of her own under 5. Praying that baby en rouge has come through the surgery well and will soon be home, and fit as a fiddle.
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Indeed. Although I do find taking medication routinely - tablets, nasal spray and a brilliant allergy eye spray that I've discovered this year - keeps it under control on all but the worst days.
Lots of love to Dormouse and continued homeward vibes and prayers for the bébé.
Feel like a Scrooge!
((Bebe en rouge, Daisydaisy and anyone else quietly suffering from the heat etc.))
I am diabetic and find the heat makes my blood sugars rise, I also find it hard to keep hydrated
I have a box of various sizes in the garage - I rarely make jam now that I get through about 1 jar a year. I've found someone to buy my surplus fruit which she then makes into jam & sells at our local Country Market. Jamming isn't something I enjoy in this heat so I used to freeze and start bubbling away in the depths of winter when I need a reminder of sunnier days.
I've been celebrating extra mobility by moving walking frame etc into the garage ready to return. I'm also celebrating being able to remove the moon boot - it's not the right time of year to be wearing thick foam padding!
Hope everyone finds a cool breeze and a cold drink.
It has approached thirty in sunny South Wales. We have to do stuff for the move but its hot.
On the subject of how hot it is, some place in Oman has set a record for the highest low temperature on one day. It didn't go below 41.9 for 51 hours. That, rather than high temperatures illustrates the problem.
You can buy a bottle of window-cleaning liquid that attaches to a hose. You spray the outside of the window. It doesn't do quite as good a job as ordinary methods, but it is a great improvement.
IJ
All climate, no weather.
It's Ot and Umid here, though there's a bit of hazy cloud, and an on-shore breeze, to temper the Eat nicely.
For some reason, I don't feel very hungry this evening, so will probably just have a light refection at supper-time. Bagels, with salami, and a peppery salad, I think.
As for window-cleaning, many professional window-cleaners around here seem to use the long-handled brush/hose equipages, presumably to avoid the hazards of ladders.
IJ
ION, They're filming new Poirot in town at the moment. The church where I go for Taize meetings, its surrounding houses and the town hall all have their original Georgian fitments and are used a lot for period TV. My friend has just met John Malkovich, who is the new Hercule Poirot. Definitely a bit out of the ordinary for Wakefield.
Is this to be on BBC? They do (or used to do) such period pieces rather well.
IJ
The showers are accompanied by a fairly dramatic plummet in the temperature - it's 17° at the moment, but still set to go into the stratosphere over the weekend.
Choir practice is now finished for the summer, but we're meeting up with some of the choir in the usual pub this evening for a bite to eat, which will be nice - their food really is rather better than your average pub-grub - and the company will be good.
Pâté has been manufactured for tomorrow evening, and I'm very nearly organised for everything else - just a quick whizz round Costco and the Bulk Barn for a few bits and pieces, and I'll be sorted.
At our local Cathedral, the regular choir is replaced by visiting choirs and/or the voluntary singers, at least for the Sunday services (and occasionally during the week, as well).
IJ
There's actually quite a lot of music that's very effective, even if it isn't complicated.
Yesterday they operated to put his intestines back in their usual place and he's now looking much better. Oxygen saturation is now fine. He even had a general anaesthetic and his lungs stood up perfectly well. (This is why I am suspicious about their claim that the hernia was new: I think the oxygen desaturation was the preverbal version of "this bloody hurts".)
There's nothing wrong with him now as far as anyone can tell so they're keeping him for observation this weekend and he should be able to leave early next week.
Cheering you all on from here!
IJ
Now in his forties and built like a brick outhouse.
Amen! ((bébé en rouge et famille))
V. nice evening with our friends - good company and (I hope) good food. Mind you, we nearly had a domestic this afternoon when we got home and D. said, "you do know you need to bake some bread, don't you?" Er, no - why couldn't you have mentioned that last night when it wasn't 28°? Oh well - at least it meant the bread was still warm from the oven ...
* D. and I have used the term "little piggy" for a baby for almost as long as we've been together - it's very much a term of endearment.
As for terms of endearment husband and I refer to our son as the Bean or the Bunny and he is a haulking nearly thirty year old with a beard! Don't do that to his face though.
I think he meant it as an endearment, but he did sometimes use that epithet when I was being naughty.
Toads are Useful (if unbeautiful)....
IJ
Just been taken by a kind friend on a flying visit to my allotment to take 7 weeks worth compost. Oh my word what weeds! I see very little evidence of the help I was promised, so next week plan to take the early bus to as close as I can get to it and spend some time doing damage limitation (cutting the heads off the worse of the weeds) before the day gets too hot. I can see now how I'll be spending the Autumn and winter - still, it'll be better than joining the gym and just as effective
IJ
Another very hot, rather sticky day here, so apart from a brief trip into town to return a chair we'd borrowed when we were in the flat to its rightful owners, we've really just been chilling today.
Or it could have been the half hour outside (with a hat and scarf) at 9pm on Thursday, when my daughter and I attempted to see Young Frankenstein: the musical and had to abandon it at the interval, when she started reacting to something and we left precipitately to avoid full blown anaphylaxis, using the epipen and several hours in hospital. (It was obvious her mouth and throat was swelling as we left to all the very concerned theatre staff.) Fortunately, sitting outside by the fountains in Leicester Square and washing her face seemed to clear that one.
That's the fifth thing I've had to abandon in the last few weeks:
- the first act of Sleeping Beauty was amazing and I would have loved to see the whole thing, but was called home at the first interval;
- Yangtze and I went to The Big Sing at Cecil Sharp House on 21 June - and I was called home before the bar singalong ... pout;
- we had to abandon an afternoon recording of The Museum of Curiosity part way through, which meant I missed the recording of Sarah Kendall's second Australian Trilogy that evening;
- I've wimped out of various things at the Globe, including Two Noble Kinsmen last night because it's been so bright I am sure I can't cope with being outside for that long
Bored now, very, very bored nowIt continues to be scarily hot here: it's currently 25° but feeling like 31, and due to go up to 30° and feeling like 35 this afternoon.
And tomorrow's going to be worse ...
Although we only had a small choir today, we managed a decent fist of the music, and D. was well pleased.
Thundery Strums are predicted later for the left-hand side of the UK....
Piglet, full marks to D., your Good Self, and your attenuated choir, for making music today! I hope the congregation joined in, and was suitably edified.
IJ
Yippeeeeeee yeah baby yeah yaaay
(Man four months is a long time)
(Sorry - I seem to be shouting.....)
<votive> for bebe en rouge, and all his family and friends....
IJ
Mrs. S, rejoicing in some good news
Yay! <bounce bounce bounce>
We were thin on the ground at Mass today, partly due to attacks of the lurgy. Unless everyone independently decided to stay home and sunbathe...
I had a friend who had a similarly prem baby and I know that by four months she was very sick of going to the hospital every day, and she was a nurse! And also to add that said prem baby is now a strapping teenager, taller than his mum and has just gone off on his Bronze Duke of Edinburgh expedition!