Another scorcher

Very hot. Enervated by the heat, and not up to much. Wished Romy a happy birthday.

I did stuff about the house and garden first thing. Carrying compost and moving the withered potatoes out of the sun. Then as Robin had sent me some useful feedback on my full poetry collection, I um-ed and ah-ed about this for a while. The working title for a while has been Did This Happen? and I've been increasingly disliking it. Robin agrees it doesn't do it justice. So I am putting it into the airlock and opening the space doors on it. 

Into the studio this afternoon. Lorraine pottering about. Me experimenting with things. Had a bit of a funny turn sitting by the window, when my eyes suddenly had double vision. Drank lots of water and everything came quickly back into focus. Naturally I thought the worst, but Lorraine was on hand to radiate calm. It was very hot in there. Drank lots of water afterwards and felt right as rain.

Rebooting tonight, we spoke to Adele and Patrick, Guy, Debbie and Ray, and Melissa and Chris, back from a holiday to celebrate their anniversary. Also Coílín was there with dental nurse colleagues and chatted to Lorraine and I, saying lots of nice things about us. A cheery night. Missed Steve, who is in Leicester, sweltering in a hospital ward with his mum, who had a fall.

Home to watch Spain polish off the plucky Belgians. One semifinal is set then: France vs Spain, a corker of an encounter. Tomorrow's quarterfinals will be Norway versus England, and Argentina versus Switzerland. My prediction: the other semifinal will be England vs Argentina. The final will be France against Argentina, and France will win it. I hope to be wrong.

A snap of a plant shadow in the Boot.