I am a not a summer person. I do not cope well with heat. So the past week has been spent in a bit of a semi-melted, exhausted grump. Not too great when you’re trying to get a book out of the door.

Tonight, therefore, has been the first night this week that I haven’t ended up writing in the bathroom – the only place in the house that was even vaguely cool and where my brain could string more than half a sentence together.