Feelin' Hot Hot Hot

The temperature hit 31C in London yesterday and in a journey from my office to a customer that I was visiting I drank 1.5 litres of water and was still thirsty.

It's a marked contrast to the weather in Northumbria where, in the early hours of this morning, and in terrible wet and cold weather conditions, the 7 day man hunt for gunman Raoul Moat ended when he took his own life.

The police presence in the small village where he had been hiding was unprecedented, perhaps, I think, as a result of the incident in Cumbria a few weeks ago where another gunman killed 12 people during a bloody rampage across the county.

In last night's incident, it seems odd that Mr. Moat was found less than a 100 yards from where police were gathered and almost slap bang in the centre of the village.

Now the investigations have started; should his threats in prison have been taken more seriously, was he being helped by members of the public and, most importantly, why did it take 7 days to apprehend him.

We will probably never know all the answers but, tragic though the outcome is, at least no-one else was harmed.