It's been a record-breaking April here in London - the warmest since records began, according to the Met Office. Driving home from work yesterday evening, the car was registering 25C (77F).
This afternoon, thankfully, we had a thunderstorm, which was greeted with huge relief by me (thinking of my plants) and apprehension on the part of my daughter (thinking of her birthday barbecue tomorrow).
I love the light in the garden when there's a storm. Everything takes on a kind of intensity. I even love the sound of thunder. It's like a one-act drama without any actors.
