No complaints today – this week the temperature has gone from 9C to 24C via a day’s stop at 12C on the way.
Had a busy afternoon yesterday; on returning from town, there on the doorstep was a parcel from Cotton Traders. (I’m partial to their joggers and slip-on casual shoes.) I have to admit to being surprised at the package left there, then realised that Misty must have had a busy afternoon on parcel-watch.
The delivery driver must have worked out that we were out, but due back shortly. How did he/she do that? A little squiggly dog would be on the other side of the glass door. Probably having barked her way through the house.
You are fortunate if she only barks. My mail eating canines threaten to devour he postal worker.
Knowing the quick-change habits of the British climate I hope you had some fur-lined boots in with the rest of your goods from CT.
Even though I teach Celsius temperature measurement to my second graders, as an older American I can’t begin to tell you how hot 24C is. I need to call one of my students.