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So The Temperature Hit 37C (and I Melted)
(aka 98.6F)
I had a late lunch on the patio, French windows completely open, book, nice glass of wine. Bliss
But come 4PM I felt like I needed a break from the sun, so came inside, did a few minutes on the computer, then decided "Nope, I need a nap for an hour", so stretched out on my face on the bed.
It was pretty much 9PM when I woke up. Whoops. Not only was my neck unhappy with being stuck in one position for 5 hours, but the french windows were still completely wide to the world. Double whoops. Thank god my back garden is secluded.
Now not only do I have to contend with the heat when I try to sleep tonight, but with already having had 5 hours.
In a totally unrelated discussion with my sister.
Her: "There's a hose being raffled. Do you want £10 worth".
Me: "A hose?!? Sure you don't mean a horse*?"
Her: "A house! They're emigrating and can't sell. Fruppint autocript!"
* Bishop Auckland has a reputation of being the stray horse capital of the country. This is not a joke.
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Well, that's my exactish location when I'm up in Durham, normally I'm in Chatham, which as part of the Medway Towns with Rochester is forever Dickens territory.
And yes, there's a statue of Stan Laurel, rather a good one, IMO. His parents ran the Eden Theatre when he was growing up, IIRC. Other locals you may have heard of include a certain Mr Dixon, who had a friend called Mason.