Things to be thankful for in a heatwave: living in a Victorian house with high ceilings, rooms that do not face south, and breezes blowing in from the sea 200 metres away.
Able to work in an east-facing room where birds flutter between the sycamore at the end of the garden and the rafters just outside my window, singing while they rest.
Neighbours that don’t give us a hard time for trying to turn most of our garden into a haven for wildlife instead of another expanse of concrete