Sunday evening shenanigans

It was too hot.

Too hot to cook on a Sunday evening.
Too hot to even organise brain cells into thinking about cooking, with 40C inside.

So I announced that we were heading out to eat in somewhere air conditioned and they had 15mins to get ready. There were no complaints.

We had a relaxed evening, joking about prospective university courses for Mr E giving him an on-line personality quiz to check his suitability. His sister kept looking aghast at his answers, they really are motivated by different things.