Heat. The heat is the thing. I love the heat. The older I get, the more I like it. In my youth, I hated the heat. I loved being cold. The colder, the better. The AS and advancing years have put paid to all that daftness. These days you'll often find me hugging a radiator or on the sofa with a throw over my legs or spending extra minutes under the shower, especially with the jets of hot water hitting my neck. My car is a sauna. My house, hotter than a hothouse. I'm turning into an old fogey. Increasingly, I am using phrases like ‘where’s that draft coming from?’ And ‘Blimey! It’s a bit parky in here, isn’t it?’ Comments I thought only old fogeys used. It had to come; I suppose. 😊