"Good weekend?" ...and you stand there vacant as a sixties flowerchild - mind scrabbling for a trace, a scrap, a glistening nugget of memory that will bring the two-day void back into focus. 'What DID we do?'
The weather has steadily grown more humid in the past week, as if to taunt us. The first day of school dawned a sticky 30 degrees on the humidex...