It’s 9 pm and there is a breeze from the South West , which is a welcome friend through the cottage windows. I’ve doused the Welsh with cold shower water a couple of times which has helped and am drinking a iced gin and tonic, which was a gift from Mrs Trellis who qualified the reason that she’d bought it for herself as it was the drink of choice in the tropics by British Tea Plantation owners to combat malaria . She passed it on too that she didn’t like the taste.
I did remind her that malaria was rare in Flintshire
Bun/ Weaver has gone again , leaving Bun/ weaver asleep in the back bedroom
I’ve spent the day in the kitchen ( the coolest room in the cottage) reading and doom scrolling
The village garage shop still had ice for sale and I’ve put it in a basin in front of the open window
I understand now just why people sleep on fire escapes in New York summers like they did in Rear Window











