Afternoon wenches. I returned from ForeignParts in the early hours and am a bit space cadet-ish after 800+ miles in two days followed by getting up on time this morning to do garage runs for MOT/service stuff. I have come home to the news that DS is planning a film marathon sleep-over with friends and also friends-of-friends.
DH has helpfully referred him to me: 'Talk to your mother'. double-
Needless to say, DS has not talked to me about it. He has barely acknowledged my existence, due to me not being on the end of his headset.
I am now highly suspicious off all Northern Lights sightings, which isn't to say that I'm not rather keen to see them myself, but it's all well and good on the camera, but what could you see with your actual eyes?
I read something about the Australian breakdancer and her performance being a calculated decision in protest at cultural appropriation and and regulation of an activity which is based on free expression and whatnot. Though I haven't looked into it any further, so I've no idea if that's what was really going on.
Hopefully all the attention for your rear end is useful though Wicked, and there is a plan of action from the Dr etc?
Still hot here, and breezy. Feel free to send the rain this way LetUs. As ever this summer. 
<plonks all wenches on sun loungers to relax>