Over the last couple of days temperatures crossed a mind boggling 40 deg C in the U.K. in a country that’s usually obsessed with sunshine, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one actually looking forward to the arrival of thunder and rain. Insects and flies also multiplied fast in the heat, leaving their dead carcasses strewn all over the floor a few hours later. One of the most comical events has been watching our dog chasing flies with great enthusiasm. Sprinting and skidding over the wooden floor, she tries to change direction at the last second in a vain attempt to get hold of them. She’s not managed to get a single one so far, but she continues to pursue her new found hobby with the confidence and dedication of one who knows that it’s all going to work out. I’m taking a leaf out of her book, not in chasing after the flies, it’s way too hot for that, but her attitude is admirable. 