To my own amazement, I managed to do all my exercises, in a rather desultory fashion, granted, but in days gone by, I never did anything like that in hot weather. After all, with my asthma, etc, etc. R's masochism must be rubbing off on me, or I've got myself bloody well trained.
I sat downstairs with R and dawgs for some time, until what little shade there was evaporated, then I gave the flat a quick tidy-up, showered and retired to the cool(er) bedroom for the afternoon, drowsing fitfully, and watching 70's schlock-horror FRIGHTMARE, with the splendid Sheila Keith. Oy, such weather...
