I just noticed my site counter had clicked onto 666, so I tried to capture the moment for posterity. Instead, I got this. Site Meter Although it’s not quite as symmetrical, I like it just the same, and it has less b-grade horror film connotations. (I’ve just realised the site counter changes - it did have 667 when I put it here initially)

Today is another scorching day, we had a pool date with Miss M’s friends Alex and Tash this afternoon, and took Mr Dog for a walk before it got too hot to go out. I bought a bag of Queensland limes at the market, and I’m quite tempted to buy some vodka or something to go with them, but I’ve remembered I don’t drink anymore. So it’s mineral water and bitters instead.

Miss M is at Alex and Tash’s house, while I’ve come home to feed the animals and retrieve the octopus I’ve been marinating, then head back down to have dinner with them. It’s actually good, because I was doubting how much she’d like the octopus, and there will be other things on offer now, and no anger directed at me for not having another choice. Menu planning means pickings are slim on Saturday, as the major shop gets done on Sunday night, after work when I’m child free.

This morning Miss M told me she wants to go to Italy. I asked if it was because she was part Italian, she said yes, but then admitted it was mainly because little boys there wolf whistle at girls in the street. I wonder if it’s too early to book her a place at a convent? However, I can kind of understand the appeal of the street wolf whistle, so I promised we’d go one day.

Anyway, I’m off to feed some hot animals, change my uncomfortable shoes, and carry a bag of cephelapods down the street (I think that’s what they’re called).

Today I’m loving: not the heat, that’s for sure. But grapes are good!