Summer memories

I was just remembering my youthful summers. I spent much of summer upside down standing on my hands like Pippi Longstocking. I wonder if spending a great deal of time upside down and air borne makes any discernible difference to one’s brain. That is a question for the neurologists and neuro-scientists out there. I wonder if I’d spent less time upside down, would I be any taller or anymore proficient at cookery? I do not think so.
In other profound summer news, we ate the first summer courgettes this week. My peas have barely broken the soil, but those courgettes are exploding. It’s remarkably hot, so hot we look like gouty Victorian era types — supine with a bank of fans. You cannot rise or stand up because the fan breeze is not powerful nor extensive. There’s something quite wonderful about endeavouring only to occupy a vague triangle of air. It finally gives algebra a purpose.