Butter Barometer

Unwelcome news, readers. I carried out the usual rigmarole of putting on the kettle, tossing a tea-bag in the beaker, taking a slice of Irwin's high-fibre Nutty Crust out, trimming it slightly (it's an irregular shape) and placing it in the toaster.

So far, so good.

However, when I scraped the knife along the butter, I immediately noticed its firmness, more so than of late.

My butter is my barometer. It is an indicator as to the state of the weather.

Summer, I fear, has ended.