It’s been hot, hot, hot all week. The gentle breezes of today are very welcome. I’ve been trying to avoid the peak of the rush hour for the last week and, if I’ve not been able to, to get on a slow train which are normally a little cooler. So I’ve not been too much like this:
Poor Phoebe has taken to lying under the bed. It’s not easy when you wear a fur coat that you can’t take off. She’s a lot more herself today, and has been purring around the house like normal.