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Midnight. The middle of nowhere. And an ice cold shower.

We're currently experiencing an unprecedented heatwave in the UK. All week temperatures have been pushing 40C / 104F That's insane for June, especially as we don't typically have air con in our homes. Come on, it's Britain. We never thought we'd need it. It's too hot to sleep. Too hot to write. The cats are melting. And the house is filled with the constant hum of fans running. But the one consolation is that we found a brilliant drama on the BBC that has us hooked. Two Weeks

It was the kind of message every father dreads waking up to. Thomas, our youngest son, was at home looking after the cats while Amanda and I were at a self-publishing conference last week. And at precisely 00:18 in the middle of the night he sent a frantic message. "The power's gone out. I think because the washing machine tripped, but I can't figure out how to reset it" Except I didn't pick it up until I woke several hours later. But I had to laugh. He'd obviously panicked a

I was out on my bike, miles from home, when I took the frantic call from Amanda. She never calls when I'm riding unless it's an emergency, so I knew it was serious. An hour later we were racing to the vet's with our middle child cat, Amber. She couldn't put any weight on her back leg and was hobbling badly. To put this into context, Amber has a chequered medical history — which is why we weren't taking any chances. When she was only a few months old, we almost lost her when s