I'm not usually one to blow my own trumpet but I have to say I was impressed with my wee Instagram of Thomas and his homebrew today. Look at those sun rays! It's positively tropical looking. It is an altogether strange summer with the in-laws in Tuscany complaining of rain and wearing jumpers to sit out at night, just as we are basking in the best summer I remember since I was eight.
For the first time since the summer of '85 we haven't booked a holiday - too much work in the summer coming after a winter of not enough has made holidaying a bit unlikely, at least before the autumn or winter. As I dragged my feet, depressed towards the summer school break-up, little did I know that Scotland was about to become a spectacular suntrap. We've been trying to take the kids to the coast a couple of times a week, so they don't feel left out, and it's been as hot down there as my many summers in Cannes and Nice. What an unexpectedly pleasant surprise! If we were to get stuck home for one summer, it looks like we chose the right one!
... or is it always like this and no one's ever mentioned it to me because I'm always out of the country???
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