Spilt milk 🥛, War and Peace; Books and spinning plates 📚

I’ve never really worried about the heat before. I always just thought that I was cold-blooded. Piscean through and through. However these past few days have been brutal. I had to take my husband’s 40 year old Land Rover into town yesterday with the children. Toby is away. I feel like a spinnaker that has lost its ropes. Wildly lost at sea.