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Jul. 20th, 2006 07:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
owlThe Irish weather has done that thing it does every so often, and is pretending to be the Mediterranean. It's almost unbearable in work, and it's too hot to eat proper meat and three veg, especially by dinnertime. It's all scratch suppers and ice cream on the grass in Donegall Square, and long evening mostly spent gardening. Our flat rate internet is pretty low; it's fortunate that that coincided with the good weather. We were lifting 16 million stones in the front paddock, and the loose soil was starting to blow away in the wind. My little brother was driving the tractor, which seems all wrong, even though he's now old enough to drive it on the road.
It thundered half of last night, and poured with rain. When I went to bed I was so hot that I fetched up an ice-pack that we put in the cool-box and wrapped it in a tea towel and took it to bed with me. I could see lightening flickering, but it was far off. Then a couple of hours later I was woken by the thunder and the rain, and I had to jumpup and shut the window before my curtains were soaked. It was lovely,damp and coolish, this morning, but by the afternoon it was hotter than ever.
I'm rereading Georgette Heyer at the moment, much to the surprise of my colleagues, who thought that my library consisted solely of science fiction. I can never quite decide whether my favourite novel is Friday's Child or Sylvester.
It thundered half of last night, and poured with rain. When I went to bed I was so hot that I fetched up an ice-pack that we put in the cool-box and wrapped it in a tea towel and took it to bed with me. I could see lightening flickering, but it was far off. Then a couple of hours later I was woken by the thunder and the rain, and I had to jumpup and shut the window before my curtains were soaked. It was lovely,damp and coolish, this morning, but by the afternoon it was hotter than ever.
I'm rereading Georgette Heyer at the moment, much to the surprise of my colleagues, who thought that my library consisted solely of science fiction. I can never quite decide whether my favourite novel is Friday's Child or Sylvester.
