Friday Saturday and Sunday in London all hit 30 degrees. Some relief today as 23 forecast.
Let me bore you all with my first world misfortune.
Wife flying 11am Saturday on SIA.
"Let's get the super-fast Queen Elizabeth line"... 6.20am we walked past our car to tube.
Got to Paddington no problem then told both tubes to Heatrow were down.
Shambles, absolute nightmare, tube stopped at Hayes station one stop away from Heathrow.
Up the stairs, one young lad the only visible member of staff.
We stood in the sun with hundreds of other people waiting (with suitcases, increasingly hot &panicked) for a replacement bus service.
After an hour waiting & literally unable to get on a bus, we ordered an Uber, shared with a young American on his way to Chicago to visit girlfriend.
Our driver was just great, sailed past stationary three lane traffic and into terminal 2 drop-off by a clever back way, taking only 10 minutes.
God knows what foreigners think of our inability to cope with incidents (flooding at Heathrow, obviously can't get an emergency plumber out early on Saturday).
Anyway Mrs A got through baggage in 2 minutes and away she went.
Guess what?
I joined a couple of hundred weary frustrated arrivals with suitcases queuing (another hour of joy) for the replacement bus service back to Hayes tube. In full sun.
I use the word queuing loosely as the bus drivers are incapable of stopping at the sign, just anywhere within 20ft either side of the sign will do. Pot luck if you were by the doors when it stopped.
Given the traffic I witnessed, driving may not have got us there in time.
Six hours after leaving the house I was in a cafe in Covent Garden trying to chill (in every sense of the word) with daughter, not really hiding her amusement very well.
She has the daily joy of London Transport's unpredictability.