Not sure I do hot

Bloody hell it was hot this weekend.  On Thursday and Friday I had a coupe of hefty doses of chemo along with some steroids with the inevitable result of a dud night's sleep on Thursday and not much better on Friday.  Then on Saturday we were off to High Point to check in with Sam at the Uni.  He's strutting around the place like a senior, knowing all the shortcuts between buildings and saying "See you in Slane" as if we have a clue what he's talking about.
Susan to the rescue (again).  She drove all the way there on Friday and all the way back on Saturday.  Not that it's overly far - about two and a half hours - but it's a pretty boring drive for the most part.  The temperature reached 99 degrees on the way home so we were grateful for aircon in the car.  I don't know if it was the chemical brew or the heat and humidity but something left me feeling pretty washed out by Saturday night.  It's now Sunday and I've got a new pastime to keep me busy without having to put a vast amount of effort into it.  It's a photographic contest at gurushots.com.  I'm not 100% sure what the rules, if any, are but it's fun both to dig back through old photos and to take new ones that fit into one of the several challenge categories that are on offer.  I've also entered into a kids' photo contest wit my grandsons in NZ - I suspect my entries are going to get judged harshly which isn't fair as I am using my trusty Panasonic point and shoot while Mack & Murphy are using Mum's cast off SLRs.
And now I am looking forward to a week of doing not very much courtesy of some lousy weather in the forecast though I have just discovered that a jigsaw that my aunt and uncle gave me (without box) a couple of years ago is a picture of Southend High Street circa 1950 something so I will probably spend more time messing with that than I should.

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  1. NonieJuly 28, 2017 at 4:54 PM

    You sound like such a Pom whinging about the weather! Photo comp results out next week. Glad you're enjoying gurushots.xxx

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  2. The John MycroftAugust 4, 2017 at 9:04 AM

    OK - the weather is now semi-perfect. My tomatoes could do with some overnight rain but the temperature and sun are perfect.

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