SuperSpouse is roasting in Budapest. There's no justice! We are cold and wet here in Glasgow. The boys got drenched between school and the childminder's, and I have wet coats hanging up to dry, not to mention wet school uniform which has been washed and [mostly] tumbled to speed it on its way.
You shouldn't have to put heaters on at the end of May. Nor wear warm fleeces!
I've struggled nobly to get through the research reading I had planned - the end of one particular book is at least in sight now. But the gathering together of materials and the serious business of writing hasn't even begun. Still, I'm a bit further ahead than I was before, so it has been worthwhile.