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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.
 
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.

Eek! No wonder neighbour boundary disputes are so common!
 
My winter sport has me spending lots of time in an ice-rink so I best keep out of this conversation.

Still getting out on the bike and generally I need less insulin but that could just be more exercise, is that everyone else's experience?
 
Eek! No wonder neighbour boundary disputes are so common!
Over 40 years ago we moved into a house (we have since moved). When we were buying we were told by the solicitors that there had been a boundary dispute. An underground pipe went right along the border. The result was that a decent fence could not be put up. All there was was a few posts with some wire mesh. The two parties were arguing about whether the fence would eat into a few inches of their garden. We had decided that we preferred privacy and would erect the fence on our side of the boundary. The week we moved in the neighbour was putting up a woven wooden fence of sufficient height to give us the privacy we wanted. Obviously he thought he was pulling a fast one by putting up the fence and eating into around 9 inches of our garden before we could settle in. All we could think, "Thank you for saving us the time and money of erecting a fence." I have to say that, with that being out of the way, we got on very well. He never mentioned it, nor did we.
 
Ah @JimG - this is why God designed humans to only have children before their own Get up and go hadn't got Up and Gone. The grandkids are OK. Trouble is, they like you so much they go on to naturally expect you to treat THEIR children as well as you did them.
 
Eek! No wonder neighbour boundary disputes are so common!
Thankfully, the area is very small - there are "pockets" in the wall (which is on my side of the boundary) which she has planted out. I believe it was a misunderstanding (there was a creeper from her garden which had crept into these pockets and I had no cleared them out). But I was not sure how to address it with a neighbour who is rarely seen without being too aggressive.
And, we want to move soon so don't want to put the house on the market with any issues like this.

So far, I have put a friendly note (at least I hope that is the way she reads it) amongst her plants which has gone so I assume she has read it although the plants are still there.
I am not convinced her plants will grow as the soil and her plants are quite upright. In the past, I have had succulents (which got over run by the creeper).

I would prefer she focused on the bindweed and brambles in a different part of her garden which I am constantly pulling out.
 
Sucker for punishment! Mine has demolished 2 days worth of food this morning. There is not an hour goes by without him stealing something!
TBH my wife went to visit her mother for a week and I got bored and to cut a long story short I adopted the little one called Jenjen from a charity, she was 18 months old and needed a home, she is now 4 years old.
The bigger one is Amber who we've had from a pup and will be 7 at the end of the year
 
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