Hello, Ludo here.

I have decided I don’t like it when it’s hot. I don’t think Mummy does either. She only went out a couple of times last week, and I think she came back with a package both times.

Our routine is odd. Mummy leaves the doors and windows open all night so the cooler air can come in. Some days it was not cool. But it was not as hot as we were, so it did help. And the blowy thing was on quite a lot.

Then she comes in early to pull the curtains to stop the sun heating us up. Then we have cucumber and cuddles, and our runs as usual. Then she shuts the door and makes sure the curtains aren’t letting in any hot light. She does that all round the house, and closes the door to the kicthen and bathroom too, because those rooms face south, which is where the sun is.

From Tuesday on, she would wander around saying numbers beginning with thirty. She put cold things inside fleecy pouches for us to sit on. Well, Locksley sat on his, and Pippin and Victor snuggled theirs. I sat near mine, but it sometimes made funny noises, which I didn’t like. When Mummy started saying numbers like twenty seven she went outside to check if we could go out. It was all shady by then.

On Friday the sun had even set! This was Locksley’s birthday, and it was probably the hottest day of all. But we enjoyed getting onto the grass, or trefoil, as Mummy says it is mainly that with bits of grass around it. Apparently everyone else’s grass is brown and dry. Our front grass is like that. And the back bit before it goes down the hill. But our trefoil is good and has held onto some water which helped the grass among it. And Mummy waters the vegetable patches, and that helps too.

So we all had a bit of Locksley’s birthday cake, although we didn’t actually have a party. But even being out in the fresh air for an hour is better than nothing. We almost met the hedgehogs that night.

I don’t like it hot. It’s supposed to be cooler from today on. With some heavy rain, which won’t sink in properly. And maybe thunderstorms. I don’t like thunderstorms. But maybe it’s better than being too hot.

How are you doing where you are?

Ludo.