hot hot hot

It was hot today. Like the sort of hot you only get when you step off a plane in a hot country. Not the sort of hot you EVER get in Yorkshire. 
So that was a bonus because it's highly likely that we won't be stepping off a plane in a hot country any bloody time soon. (I'm expecting Ibiza to be cancelled any day now.)
So I spent the afternoon in the garden. On my own. Because as of last night Kirklees, our local council, kind of went back into lockdown. No-one is allowed in my garden. Apart from the OtherHalf and the kids and the dog. Cos it's their garden too. Obvs.
Anyway. Then it thundered and lightened and hammered it down and now it's cold again. 
So that was summer.