That's what they used to call it when I were a lad, and the Met Office is promising 31º on Wednesday, when I will be playing in a competition at High Elms. Fortunately I am acclimatised after my Italy trip.
Another quiet weekend, which is just as well, as I am greatly lacking in energy. The Guardian has been obsessed by the death of Michael Jackson, reported all over the front page on two days, plus a special supplement. Iran and UK politics have gone away in favour of something really important. And the BBC website - "The world mourns". Daft, I call it.
The brutal Boks got lucky against the Lions thanks to a stupid minor offence by O'Gara in the last minute. The two Welsh props, who dominated the scrums in the first half, were quickly smashed after the interval and had to go to hospital. It reminded me of the premeditated and criminal attack on O'Driscoll after two minutes of the Lions First Test in New Zealand. Rugby used to be the game for ruffians played by gentlemen (football being the reverse), but those days are long gone.
Then I watched some tennis. I'm not mad about the game, but I was impressed by Murray. He covers a lot of ground at high speed and serves a lot of aces. I read somewhere that there is one Aussie man at Wimbledon, and only one in the world top 100. Laver, Rosewall and Hoad and the rest must be wondering what went wrong. After all, it's not as if the best Aussies are all playing cricket.
While the TV was at Wimbledon,we were shown another example of the lunatic waste of money - the very posh Royal Box - used by Her Maj's cronies and assorted hangers-on for a few days a year.
Then we had a splendid thunderstorm, crash, bang, wallop and a deluge of big hailstones. It stayed dry at the tennis though.
I received a new style of Phishing email today, purporting to be from HM Revenue and Customs saying that I was due a tax refund. Click here etc. It got me going for a minute, then of course the penny dropped. I bet a lot of people will click without thinking. But not Old Smartarse.
There is a nice Solo's golf holiday in Spain in September. I might be ready for a break by then, so I have bookmarked it.
I recorded Springsteen's set from Glastonbury last night, so that will be my entertainment tonight.
Kate and Sami are back from RSA, while Nisar is on a field trip in Somaliland (which is supposed to be less lethal than Somalia. Let's hope so.)
Here's a pic of the pink climbing roses. They are full of bees rolling around gathering pollen, though I don't think they are honey bees.
