izmeina | A Quiet Christmas

It's that time of the year again.

I'm lurking outside at the Lair since it's a beautiful cool evening after a lovely mild day. But the house hasn't got the memo yet. It still thinks it's 43.4 Celsius.

That's what the mercury hit yesterday. And not too far off the day before.

In spite of having all the doors open , it's proving difficult to get a decent bit of ventilation.

That's the problem with houses made of brick

For the first day or 2 of a heatwave they are cooler inside than out but then after about 3 days of it, it's le living in a pizza oven.

At least we are lucky to have a string of 25s for Christmas Day itself.

But I'm still a bit brain dead from the last few days.

I will wait till tomorrow to get my little Christmas picnic organised.

I can sit in the garden in the light instead of the stuffy dining room

I might even indulge in a bit of reading before hitting the road around midday.

Meanwhile, over in Grinchville, dear old Vernon Dursley will be busy thinking of excuses why his dreadful daughter isn't visiting.

I'd much rather spend the day at the graveyard in the company of my dead mother than endure the miserable living Grinch.