I've been swapping messages with KfW2 while she's on holiday. She's reported that it's thirty-five degrees Centigrade where she is. I'm useless at twenty-five degrees. Thirty-five would kill me. The most I had to deal with was on holiday with FP a few years ago where it was around thirty degrees and very, very humid.
I'd take that now, you know, just for a chance to see the sun and get a few hours to chill in my garden. It's been unused space so far this year.
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