The Sights You See When it's Hot

My dear Mowenna

I am so very sorry love, I have so neglected you lately – will you forgive me?  No real excuse either except that I’ve been a bit distracted recently and a lot going on in my head.

How are you coping in this heat? It’s a bloody nightmare, isn’t it? Even more so when you’re already sweating like a bloody pig at the best of times. I’m spending most of the day chasing the shade round the garden. But it’s not just the heat, it’s those bastard little black flies that stick to your sweat, crawl up your nose and in your ears. In fact, the sods get into all the crevices. God knows how many of the little buggers I’ve swallowed this week.

And as for the ants – Jesus Christ we are just overrun with the little fuckers.

I went in a Nandos the other week – have you been in one? I thought it would be something quite special because them on Facebook keep boasting about eating in Nandos like it’s some fancy place up the West End. But I have to say I was not over-impressed. The food was ok but nothing special – just 30-billion things to do with a chicken.

The other thing with this heat – do you find it makes your facial hair grow quicker? Christ, I’m having to give my face a good pluck every day at the moment.

Oh and the sights you see when the sun comes out and it seems the hotter it gets, the more is exposed. Why oh why do they insist on showing all? Now I have my fair share of flesh, but I do not feel the need to put it on display to the world and his wife. I mean, would you go out looking like that that?

So the kids have broken up from school round our way. It’s good in one way cos I can get out the end of our road in the morning and get where I need to be in good time without getting caught up in the never-ending stream of precious little darlings being driven to school by mummies and daddies who are already pushed for time and think it’s their right to be in front of me. What’s wrong with the precious ones actually walking for a change? The downside to the school holidays is that they are everywhere. Running riot in the shops, screaming and bloody shouting at the tops of their voices. Yeah, I know I should be more tolerant but this sodding heat does not help with patience, does it.

Gawd, I’m having a good old moan today. It’s time we had a night out Mor, bring a bit of fun back – what do you say? I could do with a gallon of cold Prosecco right now. Talking of which, the sun must be over the yardarm somewhere so I’ll get the gin out I think.

Better go and see to some dinner too – it won’t be a fucking chicken that’s for sure.

Take care love and speak soon.

Lots of Love

Myfanwy

xxxxx