Phwoar what a scorcher!

In reality only about 22 degrees however, its been a long time coming and finally we can emerge triumphantly from the doldrums of the summer of 07 (until next Sunday, according to the young whippersnapper forecaster on the BBC).

The last day of July brought us a sunny day from dawn until dusk. Trade was magnificent for a Tuesday as I basked away much of the day with the boozing fraternity. Since Peter Crouch has reneged on his gardening duties for one reason or another it was down to the Midnight Cowboy to mow the front lawn and my goodself to trim the hedges. Mid-afternoon, bats were seen flying high above the White Hart feasting on a flying ant orgy emanating from one of the hanging baskets. When recounting this observation later on in the day I was met with wave after wave of mocking scorn from the great unwashed. I have since verified this occurrence with bats.org and it would appear that bats will fly during the day particularly after a period of bad weather when they are 'Hank Marvin' . So there.