I'm waiting and waiting for the sweet relief of raindrops. The sky is heavy. But the rain won't come. I've been waiting since mid-afternoon when the clouds started to gather, and form a menacing cloud-gang. Hoodies, ASBO's, the lot. Will these clouds live up to their promise? I kind of need them to, the atmosphere is intense. Too intense to cope with much longer. It has been 30+ degrees for the last two days (yes even in Yorkshire). It was fun for a while.. pretty dresses and paddling pools (god how I plan for the pretty dresses, my hot day outfits are planned months in advance!). But now I've had a day of hot crossness. It's not pretty anymore. I'm not good with heat. It makes me grumpy, I flop and flap around in a dramatic way, cover up in factor 50 (heaven forbid my milk bottle legs may take on a little colour) and become obsessive about opening windows and 'letting the air through'. It makes not a jot of difference, of course. Simply being grumpy in the heat keeps me busy and tires me out and, in turn, makes me even grumpier. Right now there are dead flies in the paddling pool and I really, really need the storm to come and end it all.