We dream of air conditioning.
It is baking hot, especially next to the oven where the baked potatoes are...baked.
Strange, I know, people are actually ordering jacket spuds.
And soup.
In a heatwave. Although mostly they're eating salads and sandwiches.
Lots of cold drinks accompany visitors to their seats in the garden. The dogs they bring with them stop to drink warm water from the bowl outside and then collapse in the shade under a table.
We have ice cream, but not enough to get us through to our next delivery on Thursday so I'm going to ask if I may pick up a few boxes from the dairy this morning.
This will allow me to spend an hour in the car.
With the air conditioning.
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