Friday 6th July 2001 – 11.16am
A day off work and the schedule goes to kilter. A warm close day, with a light wind and cloud closing in, the air moist and rising up ‘til it hits a ceiling above us, so that the sky slowly fills, top to bottom, with cloud. It feels as if storms are due; maybe that would be for the good, washing the stickiness out of the air.