Stroud high street, with red line

I don’t know who dribbled this red line, probably while riding a bike, down the high street. I don’t think it’s to do with the ‘Red Line for Gaza’ protest organised for Saturday, because this will be a peaceful protest in another part of town. I thought the street looked calm in the early morning.

Well, you probably know what happened for the rest of the day in England. The mercury climbed. I was in the bunker/cupboard/ office, with two fans going, and wearing a light summer dress, but even so I was sticking to the furniture and to myself.

I walked out at the end of the day, as far as the mini-supermarket to buy ice cream, then I saw the bus coming and hopped on, because I didn’t fancy a long walk up the hill. Walked through the cemetery greeting long lost friends from Stroud, and people with bygone names, until I got home, where it was very cool because Steve had closed all the curtains.

We ate ice cream and I finished reading Brendon Chase. Think I have to read something completely different now!