Another blog post and another ridiculously hot sticky night. Despite my office being probably the coolest room in the house, as I'm typing this it feels like a nursing home where the thermostat is permanently cranked up to 11. Joy. Talk of a drought, hosepipe bans and the proliferation of wildfires means we are probably only days away from calling a national emergency; as if we haven't got enough on our plates already this year, ffs.
Anyway, enough of my whinging (sorry, I do have a tendency to whinge when I'm hot and bothered). I discovered this beautiful piece of music the other day. It's called Evening Time and I think I want it to be played at my funeral. Which hopefully won't be for a little while yet, unless I melt to death over the next few days...
Kolumbo - Evening Time (2022)