This is very, very silly.

House is in uproar, or at the least slightly discumbobulated because we have trades in doing some jobs. There’s drop cloths all over the place and the sound of power tools, grating at the senses like dentists drills. We’ve even had to switch the heating on. In July? WTF?

Not much I can do outdoors as the rain is precluding any serious activity. Can’t get the meadow cut, the hives aren’t ready for inspection / cropping, so I’m sat twiddling my thumbs and trying not to watch the news without laughing. From all the hysteria over a bit of warm weather in the Med via Natwest losing a shedload of money over cancelling customers because they don’t like their politics, not to mention all the PC gender bumfluff.

I mean, what would an Alien think?