7.00  I’ve been lying here since five thirty, boiling hot even though all that is covering me is a thin cotton sheet.  It must be the same for everyone at the moment, day after day of what we would welcome with open arms in the midst of winter but actually we can’t deal with continuously over a lot of consecutive days because we are not used to it.

7.45  We’re off for our walk before the heat of the day.  I am surprised we are not meeting other dog walkers at this time doing the same thing. I wouldn’t even consider taking Audrey for a walk in an hour or two even in her new clipped coat.

11.00  My continuing interest in Las Vegas weather which pops up in my BBC weather app each day, has proved very exciting today.  8.00 am Las Vegas 27%         11.00 am East Sussex 31%.  Perhaps they will be coming here for their holidays!

12.30  Janet Sarah and I have decided not to meet up in the field as usual after zoom slimming group, it’s just too hot (I can’t believe I’m saying that!) and there is no shade so we have a what’s app chat instead and a catch up.  Tonight’s little ‘soiree’ in the field has also been postponed for the same reason.  Janet has just come back from the Lake District where she kayaked in an inflatable boat and the weather wasn’t nearly as hot as here.  Note: visit the

I find it hard in this current weather situation to remember the state the Country is in with the virus, now climbing insidiously up again and the economic situation because of it.  The Brexit hype seems like a drop in the ocean now but of course it is very much not.  I am aware that in this diary, which I started in order to record a life during the crisis, my references to it have become very spasmodic, I suppose partly because human beings are so adaptable and accepting on the whole.  Also, because frankly the lists of do’s and don’t’s that come out almost daily, have left me for one, wondering just what I can and can’t do and so I have just kind of carried on much as I did at the start of this in March, with a few flexible exceptions.

My green fingered daughter has sent me a photo of the Teddy bear Sunflower she has grown, I have never come across one before, it’s so pretty.  Unlike the beetroot I grew which, continuing theme of everything I seem to plant this year, either growing into something completely different or just weird.  The beetroot which looked like any normal beetroot when I pulled it out of the ground, looks more like a Neapolitan ice-cream, once cooked, it’s not tempting me to try it.

Tonight, I might just drop down to Normans Bay for a swim, late evening.