It was 45 degrees yesterday. That is seriously hot. Sean gave us a lift to the shops in his car. Just as I was walking out of Foodland into the mall the power went off in Foodland. Everyone went ooooooooh, the way people do when watching fireworks.
In the evening we braved the heat to go to the theatre in the city because we had tickets. The car still wasn't fixed but it got us to Wakefield Street. We walked the rest of the way. It was 7.30 but it was still over 40 degrees. It is a strange sensation walking in heat like that in the evening. Like a muffin walking through an oven. The play was The Importance of Being Earnest. At first our ears didn't work properly, then they came good.
Today there was a letter in the newspaper suggesting that, since the sheep and cattle are cooking in the paddocks, farmers should consider cutting out the middle men and selling cooked meat straight from the farm.
We caught a bus to town this morning. It was still about 40 degrees. The bus was meant to be airconditioned but blowing hot air was a better description. On the way home we had a better bus, that really was airconditioned. A garrulous man got on and tried to start up a conversation with the driver. The driver must have liked the man, because he gave him a bottle of cold spring water to drink.
Our car is at the garage, up on a hoist. There was a power failure when we went to pick it up so it's still there.
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