A day when singlets were worn
That's it. We are now officially in a heat wave situation.
Three days in a row.
A pint of stale Guinness with a chewed straw in it at 8.30am outside the Citizens Advice Bureau (if that's the sort of advice they dispense, I wish I had known earlier... I shall be queuing there as soon as manage to extract myself for the Mistake Factory...) - this has to be the surest sign that we have been hit by a heat wave.
That and the smell of grilled meat emanating from prams.