Still hot and blue, 90 on the terrace but 72 indoors with the windows and relevant shutters closed.
In a Homer Simpson moment, the largest tree felled opposite came down across the roof of a shed. I was tempted to cross the road and advise him to consult Google.
There are domestic upheavals taking place in the village. I had previously considered myself as a very detached observer but I find myself drawn into the unhappiness and wishing the power to make it go away.
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