The cooler edge in this morning’s temperature makes me feel that I haven’t taken full pleasure in the heat of the last few days. Regret is a constant, whilst fulfilment is transient. The chimney sweep arrived early this morning to confirm the arrival of Autumn. As he swept he mentioned that it was rumoured that we could expect extremely high temperatures at the end of October. I’m not sure whether he was alluding to the heat that we would enjoy on account of the now pristine flue, or whether he had just put back in his pocket the piece of seaweed with which he foretells future weather conditions. Seaweed and satellite seem to be on a par in my experience. The departure of the clairvoyant meteorological ramoneur coincided with the arrival of a dense cloud, not of soot, but of the kind that obscures the sun.