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How are we all coping

I know the weather forecasters don’t agree, but it feels hotter today to me than yesterday.

We have doors and windows closed, and curtains drawn to try to keep the higher outside temps out, and fans to stir the soupy inside air around which is a few precious degrees cooler than outside - but still bloomin hot!

Kinda feels like hiding from it rather than being able to enjoy it really :(
It feels muggier today to me. I dont know if it really is, or whether I'm just more tired and unable to ignore the sweatiness!
The super early mornings have caught up with me at last and I napped quite a bit today.
 
Still need to remember to water the toms and chillis. The latter droops in the heat.

Even our trees are large shrubs are showing some signs of distress.
 
The heat was not the problem this morning - well it was making sleeping difficult - but the cause of the early rising was sunlight and the presence of four year old granddaughter. How do you deal with a four year old who tells the time by the sun and not the clock? How do you answer the statement, "I can see the sun and so it is morning", especially when you told her in winter, "It's not morning yet. It is still dark"?
 
I have great empathy with those shrubs, frankly. Meanwhile, next door's Virginia creeper has taken over our 'thicket' of hardy fuchsias and his (sodding) convolvulus is entangled with his VC, whilst his damned buddleia continually self seeds itself everywhere an ash hasn't taken root.(* And folk wonder why the area is called Ash Green) His garden was a picture when his dad was alive, cos he took it on himself to look after it because he knew his son hadn't the slightest clue and still hasn't I'm afraid - often think he (Uncle Fred) would be spinning in his grave, could he see it now. He used to have a glorious white Clematis Montana but he deliberately killed it 'because it looks such a mess when it's not flowering' He's also killed the lovely Camellia, so boring to look at all that green once it's flowered. Apparently.
 
I have some sympathy, @trophywench
I have a woodland at the end of my garden, a guy to the left who inherited the house from his parents and has zero interest in the garden (apart from telling me I disrespected the memory of his mother when I trimmed my side of his hedge), and, to the right, a young woman who bought the house from a couple who placed plants on the soil to make the garden look nice. They have all died. Finally, this week she took an interest in gardening by digging up some plants in my garden (boundaries are a low wall) and putting her own in. She hasn't cleared the rest of her garden.
So, my garden is attacked by bindweed (which seems fine in this weather) from 3 sides.
 
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