That was the year we got married and watched our house being built. From the foundations being laid to the roof being tiled there wasn't one drop of rain. The 'garden' was rock hard and we had to live with cracked earth from when we moved in, in June until well into the autumn. Our wedding day at the end of June was boiling hot - the reception was in a marquee in my parents' back garden and we had to roll the sides of the marquee up in the evening to try to get some fresh air into it. The florist was a bit of a drama queen - he spent the whole day spraying the flowers to stop them wilting. We went to Austria for our honeymoon and enjoyed the rain we had every afternoon. We came back from honeymoon to more hot weather - my new husband had flu. We had parked my car at the airport and left it with a minimal amount of fuel. We had, however, left a fuel can in the boot with a gallon of petrol in it. My husband opened the fuel can to top up the car tank, and because it was very hot, it 'exploded' all over him covering him in petrol. A very smelly drive home!