Monty’s Last Supper
Friday. Hot, hot, hot. Scorchio! Twenty-four degrees outside at eight. Did I mention it was hot? My day started ridiculously early with a 1 a.m. Dash collection in Seasalter, where he’d been enjoying his Prom after-party. We stopped at McDonalds in Chestfield for some necessary sustenance, and it was close to 2.30 a.m. by the time we got home. I could not get to sleep with the heat, even outside on the patio, and by morning proper my brain protested with a nasty migraine.
While I slept that off, Monty, Milo, Dash & Gubs all headed out to Folkestone beach for an afternoon at the seaside. It’s Monty’s last day with us, for at least a year, so it was lovely to see the brothers making the most of their time together. Tomorrow, he’s flying off to the States to see Kenadee, before moving on to Tokyo and exploring Japan for a few months until Christmas.
By the evening, I’d caught up on sleep and the migraine was on its way out. After an extremely hot and humid day — peaking at 30°C for us and reaching record highs of 39°C further inland — the air began to cool in the evening. We made burgers and piri piri chicken on the barbecue, and Tara came over to wish Monty well on his travels.
