The last day of the heatwave. Ben is still on holiday so we took a few friends and headed down to the beach where they built a wrestling ring from driftwood.
I have just found this picture which was taken for my Southport Visiter column which ran over three years from August 2005 until the Trinity Mirror Freelance cull in June 2008.
Drastic times call for drastic measures. My (almost) hairless husband transforms himself into Brian May with the help of a £6 sheepskin scarf from BHS.
I need to tidy the house. It is in this state most of the time. Usually I have a heavy heart when I have to pick up clothes, tidy and hoover. Today I looked at it all through fresh eyes and remembered that one day I will miss all this.