The hottest day of the year and we are told it won’t get much cooler tonight. This concerns me. We all have skills, things that come naturally to us, we excel in activities that others may struggle over. This might be watercolour painting, tightrope walking or ventriloquism. Mine is sleeping. Generally it takes approximately 30 seconds from when my head hits the pillow to be transported to an eventful and energetic dreamland. This will last uninterrupted until I am roused and brought back to this other reality a minimum of 8 hours later. I don’t wish to brag, but I can say without fear of contradiction, I am pretty darned good at sleeping. Being the possessor of this extraordinary talent is unfortunately a double-edged sword. If my sublime nighttime slumbers are disturbed by worries, Motorhead practicing next door, or hot Hot HOT I am like a damp flannel the next day. Unlike some great and not so great statesmen and women I cannot exist on two 10 minute power naps a day. I need sleep, and I need a lot of it. After a day acting like a human solar panel, I will probably be releasing some extra heat myself overnight. So the prognosis is not great for tomorrow, sorry L&L I might be a little groggy in the morning. If I go missing you might find me curled up behind the camellia, snuggled up in the Alchemilla mollis.