Wednesday, June 24


Kiviportinie, 8:17


On a morning walk, listening to some podcasts, I pass an estate agents with a wheelbarrow of flowers placed artfully in front of the window. Even better, I pass as the morning sun causes the window to act as a perfect mirror.

The heatwave continues and even this early I feel overdressed in my shorts and t-shirt, and in need of an ice cold glass of water.

I listen to The Infinite Monkey Cage and wonder whether astronauts become fanatical optimists because of their time on the space station, or whether only fanatical optimists apply to become astronauts.