
I went just after twelve and it was hot. Officially 30°C, but the car reckoned 33° and I found no reason to doubt it

It must be about ten years ago that its sensor broke and it would reckon a day like this was -12° or something ridiculous like that

There were back-to-back departmental or team meetings scheduled for this afternoon, but the 15:00-16:00 one was cancelled by a merciful head of something, so I was just able to grab a quick lunch of cold cocktail sausages

And when I came into the living room with that, there was a huge butterfly batting itself against the window trying to get out, having apparently found its way in through the little narrow window out of which I poke the air conditioner hose. So I opened one of the big windows then got around the other side of it and blew gently at it, which encouraged it to shift along and find the way out without any risk of hurting it by trapping it in something - their wings are very delicate. From looking online, it seems to have been a Peacock





. (c) "True Romance (1993)".
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