Our hairy dog is so so hot; he flops in shady spots and pants a lot. I'm currently reading the book that everyone's reading "The girl with the dragon tattoo". This is set in a cold snowy Sweden which helps combat this heatwave as does lots of chilled white wine and a sun lounger that I cleverly invested in earlier this year. I fight Mr Smith for the best spot under the umbrella and invariably lose. I made him feel exhausted today with my morning of creeper trimming, dog trimming and patio sweeping whilst he lounged. The creeper looks much better but the dog looks like he has endured a morning with the trainee hairdresser at a concentration camp. He's still too hot and now ugly as well.
Yesterday I broke a tooth eating horrible healthy muesli; the same tooth I broke a few weeks ago. I am so glad this didn't happen on my Big Walk. I rushed to the dentist in London who saved me from having to do something with a bit of polo mint and some super glue and I'm back to normal. Carina and I had lunch in Fortnums and ate so much we both felt sick. We went to the new Louis Vuiton shop on Bond Street - you must go immediately as it is quite amazing. My mother told me to go with the warning Don't Buy Anything. Does a new handbag count? The sunglasses I looked at were £750, I put them back on the shelf very very carefully. I made an amazingly clever discovery in Burlington Arcade: if you buy cashmere from N Peal on the hottest day of the year it's half price, (such a bargain, as I told Mr Smith). It was still heaps but at least I will be warm and elegant in the winter, if I live that long without expiring from heat exhaustion.
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