one evening about 35 years ago a load of us were coming back after seeing a band.
it was snowing very heavily.
then we got to a part of the A6 where lots of cars had been abandoned due to being stuck in the snow.
just because i was 25 i jumped out of the van and threw myself in a snow drift.
had a lovely time making snow angels.
then we all walked the 8 miles home.
i wish i was still 25.
i wish it wasn’t so pigging hot.
i wish i could get up from the floor.
snow angel dreams are wonderful in this weather.
i’m so very glad that i did lots of daft things in my younger days.
how do you all cope with this heat?