It’s been summer here in the UK this week and Tuesday was particularly hot. (“How hot?”, my Canadian cousin will ask. “In the early 30s” I reply... and then, following her snort of derision, I will remind her that we don’t have air-con and we aren’t used to such temperatures.)
Somebody who clearly isn’t coping with the heat is Rocket Ron (extremely local reference there for those of us of a certain age), a visitor to my friend Kelly’s house, who in the hot weather this week, flaked out on her kitchen floor.
Our cats have been struggling too, particularly Mr Winky, the black one; we’ve barely seen him, so I suspect he’s been hiding in some cool foliage.