Little kid saw a sign advertising the purchase of National Lottery tickets outside the corner shop by his school this morning which read:

PLAY HERE

I tried to explain to him that it wasn’t a kids' play space, but an invitation for grown-ups to play on online game (but nothing fun or challenging like Geometry Dash or Roblox), but where, instead, all you have to do is pick six numbers, and if you are lucky — if you are insanely lucky — you could win millions of pounds, if you pick the “right” numbers. Or you might win ten pounds. Or more likely nothing at all.

Eighteen months in and I finally figured out how to make perfect fried eggs.

Just tried Kombucha lemonade for the first time. It’s really very nice.

29.5 living. 27 bed.

Up half a degree inside, one whole degree outside. Pleased to discover that the boiling frogs analogy is false. But we have nowhere to jump. And it’s only getting hotter.

More bloody bonfires, ffs!

Tbf, we our front windows closed and blinds down, but still getting cooling breeze at the back.

Stable at 27°C in the living room, 25.5°C in the bedroom.

Drinking tea.

My neighbour: “It’s the hottest day of the year, a beautiful Friday evening after work, and the start of the Bank Holiday weekend and the school half-term. Everyone is ready to unwind and cool down a little.”

Also my neighbour: “TIME TO LIGHT A BONFIRE!”

Rather a confusing “economic migrants in small boats—good / extremists trying to stop them—bad” story, in the current scheme of things.

The deadly plane attack at the centre of Castro's indictment: bbc.com

A proud dad moment yesterday.

Little kid’s year group had their annual “Dancing with Don” day — learning and rehearsing all morning, and culminating in a performance for parents in the school hall at the end of the school afternoon.

Halfway way through the show, my lad took centre stage.

To everyone’s surprise and delight, and especially mine and his mum’s, he performed a Michael Jackson moonwalk!

Normal service will be resumed shortly.