Next month will be a whole new year, and the current year with all its racketing around will be closed and gone.

Next month it will still be summer, with hot and sunny weather. I’ve got my legs out in a dress, as it’s going to be 36c up here today.

Next month will have my birthday in it, being celebrated at High-Tea with family and friends.

Next month I plan to spend large parts of my holiday lying in a hammock in the garden with a book.

Next month my mum will be visiting.