A Sandwich Sort of Day

Today was a sandwich day - good at the start, rubbish in the middle and good at the end. Got up early this morning and actually had some time to kill before work so sat in the garden and ate my cornflakes, how very civilised.

Sat through a 3 hour meeting in a very hot room which was very tedious. This afternoon was spent editing the minutes of the said meeting. When I came out of work it was like walking into an oven, the heat was amazing and the car thermometer showed 30 degrees! Of the three ways I could have chosen to go home I chose the wrong one (the motorway). There had been a bus fire on the M3 and the tailbacks were enormous. I managed to skirt off around the back roads but my journey still took me an hour instead of half an hour.

My plan when I got home was to nail some new footing boards to the fence in the older part of the garden. I sawed up the wood and put two panels up but couldn't get the nails in the third because of the angle so by the time Peter came home I was hot, cross about getting home late, work being rubbish and my inability to fix the fence - I think he knew I was in a moody when I threw the hammer across the lawn!

Peter helped with the rest of the fence whilst I had a shower and then we had dinner with a bottle of rose we won yesterday. That cheered me up and calmed me down and we enjoyed the sunshine before the weather started to change and we have now had some much needed rain which has made it so much cooler (hooray I'll be able to sleep tonight!).