Only to be expected of course. Having toiled for four days under the monochrome skies of East Anglia whilst the rest of the country basked in a heatwave (Sebastian, who now has a job selling candyfloss to the marauding hordes on Brighton seafront, sold £1300 worth of ice creams on Saturday), we drove home this afternoon in stifling heat, and it is now pouring with rain, because of course the first thing I did was do the washing and hang it out, wasn't it.
I just hope that next weekend is better...
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