They promised a heat wave. Lasting the whole week, with blistering sunshine and record temperatures. The scoundrels promised me! So what did we get? Rain. Not a shower or a mist of mizzle, proper heavy soaking rain all morning and well into the afternoon. As a gardener I should be pleased. As a human being I was outraged. Initially I resisted putting sensible clothing on, my disbelief preventing me from committing to this weather. Eventually I conceded. Then at 2.30pm, now fully encased in waterproofs, the sun came out in full summer glory, as if a switch was flicked. As if it was a hilarious joke on me. Result: boil in the bag gardener. This phenomenon is not something I would recommend to even rapid weight loss junkies.