So, as the day goes on, I look out of the window into the back garden. The washing is drying on the line. The grass needs cutting and my son is playing with his friend noisily.
A BBQ is planned for later. We've been unlucky so far this year, a combination of timing and weather has been against us. So far we have had just one barbecue and my son is pressing me for a second. Yesterday we failed as at the crucial moment the clouds came over and is chucked it down with rain. Now I look to the sky, the forecast says it will remain dry, but those clouds don't look good.
My office window is open and the smell of burning charcoal from a neighbouring garden suggests that someone else is having similar plans.