Sunday evening

Frantic Friday and working weekend (cooking and washing up and socialising with my family), felt grim after 3 bad nights sweaty, interrupted sleep, and hayfever as a result of going inland.   When we arrived at the end of the Thanet way this after noon I would down the windows in the car and began to feel revitalised (relatively).  Somehow doing a couple of loads of washing, some washing up and watering a bit in the garden didn't seem like work.  We also had a decadent treat: a box of mini magnum icelollies.  This is the kind of thing we never buy, but it had been such a hot journey that I felt we needed a reward.

Bernard was incredibly good - he started each journey with some minutes of plaintive mewing - but soon settled down to sleep.  He was very scampery at Cippenham - loved dashing about.  On Saturday he went up a very tall lawson's cypress and got stuck in a sort of cage of ivy - Mark had to shin up the tree and pull him out by his tail - the only bit he could reach.   He said if B had gone any further we would have had to call the fire brigade.   Glad we don't have any cypresses like that in our garden.   Bernard is a nit.  He was thrilled to be back and spent the rest of the afternoon chasing flies around the garden.

Mark has gone down to the beach.  I wish I had felt energetic enough to go with him, but I am really knackered.   Tomorrow I am going to do all my RA and financial tasks in the morning, then have a really proper rest/walk in the afternoon.   It is likely to be hot again.  Perhaps I'll go for a swim.