...and in fact every other month this year. Today was officially the hottest day of the year and in the words of Kool and his entire gang it was 'too hot baby'. Yesterday was the same - 40 something degrees. We all had a shocking sleep last night as it was 27 degrees overnight - OVERNIGHT - no amount of nocturnal cold showers can fix that. You just lie there awake, feeling like a hairdryer is being pointed at you. Rob was up between midnight and 5am, pacing. This morning we escaped the heat dungeon known affectionately as our house and headed straight for the beach where we could submerge ourselves in the Pacific every 10 minutes to cool down. Strong winds from the west brought the smoke from the fires that are currently consuming the Blue Mountains, and the harbour was filled, rather eerily, with smoky fog, taking on the appearance of London in a Victorian pea-souper. We spent the afternoon at the pool, mainly playing catch using Scarlett as the ball, which she loves. A southerly change is promised tonight which will hopefully blow this heat away. We watch the UK weather forecasts and sigh that we will soon we on our way to 'proper' Christmas weather rather than this Father Christmas in board shorts and flip flops nonsense.
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