It's the first day of the holidays, and I've been up since 5.30am as hubby was off to Doncaster bright and early. I could have gone back to bed but there didn't seem much point.
There was a lovely morning mist which could only mean another hot day ahead. It was 30C yesterday and set to be the same again today.
It's now 9.30am and I've showered and had breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, done some washing, looked at places to go at the weekend and sorted out clothes to take away on Friday. Time for a coffee now I think.