Yep, nuthin' happening this week. When it hits 30C I start to wither. When it tops 40C I melt. I break into a river of sweat making a simple sandwich. I carefully position each body part so that nothing touches. Cuddles are done at a distance of 3 metres. All activity is restricted to what can be achieved either sitting in water or laying starfish-like under a fan.
Since there's also a flurry of small fires breaking out a little too close for comfort we're off to Gran and Pop's for a couple of days. It's actually a few degrees hotter there (shudder) but much safer for fires and look at the glorious nearby lake we can frolic in.
Hopefully there will be a drop in temperature this weekend so I may, possibly, hoover! Or I may just luxuriate in the below-30C-ness and play outside. Life is too short to spend it sweating like it a chicken (as my son would say).