It’s far too hot to do anything of note so any movement is an achievement. I’ve set the bar low today. However, I went out early for coffee and a walk, (through the park where the flower photo was taken) to allow myself to rant about my first-hand experience of the humidity, lack of air conditioning in the UK and general too-hotness, and I have made remarkable progress reassembling the living/kitchen area which has been an assortment of floor and work surface piles since I rampaged on Sunday, intent on moving furniture and stuff and somehow creating more space.
It’s now 15.20 and I almost allowed myself not to write a chapter today on the grounds of hotness. But I’m sitting in our bedroom with the air conditioning unit on so I can “jolly well pull myself together” and get writing. Today’s chapter, chapter 20, will be the last of my 10s and, I’ve only just twigged, the halfway point. I am going to write about a pendant my dad’s cousin (dad was always a big vague as to exactly how he and Antons were related) made and gave to my mum and I when we visited him in Lubeck when I was 18 or 19. The pendant represents, in some respects, my Latvian half.