Crikey!

At last check the thermometer in our kitchen registered 41 degrees Celsius! That’s … err … 106 degrees Fahrenheit.

In our loungeroom with the air conditioning on full blast it’s brought all the way down to about 36 degrees Celcius. Oh yay. We’re slothing on the lounge directly under the air conditioner, rotating a dozen or so frozen bottles of water between us and the freezer. I think if we have to survive another two months of this, we’ll melt.

Maybe I should buy a few bags of ice from the local servo and fill up the bath.