Shook off my lethargy and was out in the garden by 8.30 a.m. with a cup of coffee
and a croissant,
ready to clear the greenhouse, empty the compost bin, take down the runner bean arcade
( a magnificent construction yielding very few beans but looking the business), and have a bonfire to burn the blighted tomato plants.
Raining by lunchtime.
I can watch Stephen Fry crossing America in a taxi now.