Quite a few of us breathed a sigh of relief when the rain finally starting falling this week, and although the summer is certainly not over yet, autumn doesn’t feel like a wholly unappealing prospect. Non-sweaty train journeys, a proper night’s sleep and the chance to wear a jacket without roasting? Yes please.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’