Day 110. Has high blood pressure got a hold on me? (20/4/19)

Title from Heatwave. Buried in the middle of the lyrics somewhere.

Two days of mid-twenties temperatures, blazing sunshine, blue skies? That has to qualify as a Heatwave, doesn't it? Certainly in Bootle and definitely at Easter.

"Have we ever seen an Easter bank holiday like this?" asked J.

"Don't think we've ever seen any bank holiday weekend like this, I replied.

I know we had a genuine heatwave last year. I watched it from dark rooms. Either the office I was working in at the time, Monday to Thursday, where the dress code was relaxed until about week three of the temperate weather and then returned to normal. Or in this office where the dress code is mine (and generally also Liam Gallagher's). While I wasn't in work, I was working my arse off. I was writing a script for a competition. It's not been used yet. It will be.

But I missed the summer.

Against all my claims that I might miss this summer, I haven't. And it looks like I'm not going to.

I'm writing now because the sun has deserted our East facing garden (I think it's East facing, I'm never entirely sure, direction is overrated)

And I'm doing it quickly because there are other things to do.

For today, read yesterday. Today is a repeat.

The guitar has been out, there have been mid afternoon beers which will shortly become early evening wine, and I have read another entire book in one sitting.

Brett Anderson's 'Coal Black Mornings' detailing the early days of his life, the bits up to the point where Suede were first noticed. Because, at that point, it would become a standard rock biog and who needs another one of those when you can be more interesting?

There was an interruption to watch the City game. Hoped for Spurs to take points from them. Didn't happen. City were far from certain and will ultimately have to accept that they are currently at the top of the table by one point with four games to go because Michael Oliver wasn't sharp enough or sure enough or certain enough to spot a blatant handball.

Manchester United? Be nice if you could turn up against your neighbours on Wednesday please.

And the Soundtrack?

Craig Charles' show and an evening of winding now.

Need to find a film to watch. Or a series. Watched something last night that disappointed in a massive way.

Which is as minor a niggle as you'll ever get.

Another good one. Another one to be treasured.

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