Nothing left to do but drink these, with a double shot of espresso,
And faff vaguely about the kitchen, the one cool room in the house (upstairs is just incredible. We can forget about sleeping up there for the next week).
Try not to go out if it can be avoided. It was 32 degrees (or 90 degrees Farenheit) when I left for yoga at 5.30am.
Spend an afternoon musing on the possibilities of a silk/cashmere interpretation of Alison's Sumidity.
Hmmmm....
So, let me get this straight: yoga in the morning, drinking iced coffee and browsing knitting patterns in the afternoon.
As my mother often reflected, reclining on her own, personal tanning rock on the Yarra, in the days when bathers were redundant and the sun still felt good on your skin.....
I wonder what the rich people are doing?
