I should have declared a heatwave holiday. I’m grinding through two difficult pieces of writing work right now, and doing that in heatwave conditions seems to mean that there’s not enough left in the tank to do the writing I want to do in this space. Hell, I can’t even get into the garden for long enough to save all the plants the heat has been murdering and to do the sowing I really want to do. Complaining about the weather is, of course, an age-old British pastime, but I am simply not made for Bahamian summers in my little nook of old England.
The newsletter goes back to normal on Sunday. Hopefully, I will go back to normal soon after.