It was really warm here today (by UK standards anyway) and the sky’s just started rumbling and threatening. There’s thunder in the distance and it’s still warm and threatening to storm. I can almost hear the rain pouring down, like there’s an army of mischievous kids on the roof chucking buckets of water down on unsuspecting passersby, steaming off the hot tarmac and filling the air with that smell that can only be a Cape thunderstorm.

But then, I remember that I’m in Bath, England, not Stellenbosch, South Africa. That it doesn’t hardly ever rain properly here. That the gutters won’t overflow and the tarmac never gets hot enough to cause steam when it rains. And I’m so homesick I can barely breathe.