in the song 'Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun', although the lyrics are showing their age.
We are just moving from one cool place to the next, according to where the sun and shade and breeze have reached.
Pictures of Brighton Beach appall me - I can't think of anywhere worse to go to on purpose!
Unbelievably, our neighbour several doors along the road has been out in the sun all morning and half the afternoon ripping up the roof on his garage and breaking it into smaller pieces. I do hope it isn't an asbestos roof. He was wearing a mask, but only an ordinary every day one. He's older than retirement age too.
We have placed two emergency cat litter trays a short distance from the house, so that they don't burn their paws on the hot brick path. Even the grass is too hot for bare feet. I know, I tried.
One of the cats has found a tray; this wasn't actually why we put it out for them...