The last few days haven’t been overly hot, only around 23C, but for someone who can only cope with temperatures below 18C, it’s been bloody ridiculous.! I wake up sweaty, get dressed sweaty and do nothing but sweat all damn day and then go to bed sweaty regardless of having washed myself down in cold water. I HATE Summer… goddamn stupid season, whose dumb idea was it to include hellishly hot temperatures in the wonderfully mild climate I’ve been languishing in so far this year.? Which dumbass was it decided to send out a heatwave on top of the crappy ‘Rona we’re all trying to avoid.? What is this, some kind of manipulative natural selection.?
You know all the snowflakes are going to be rushing to the beach and local parks and every public paddling pool and swimming area around, spreading whatever disgusting contagion they’ve been harbouring for the past 4 months… why is it only the stupid survive.? Doggo’s none too impressed with the heat either, he’s running out of cool spots to hide in as the heat rises hour by hour and the floor warms up. Poor little guy… yesterday it bordered on 27C so we pulled the blackout blind down at the front window and put the roller blind at the back halfway so he could still go out if he was of a mind to, but the afternoon sun couldn’t scorch us through the windows.
Today we’ll be hitting 31C… it’s not funny, it sucks shit.! The living room is so dark and just about staving off unbearable heat with the fan going at half-blast. The front door’s been covered to keep the heat out and all the doors and windows are closed. Still poor doggo is panting fit to burst. He’s had three ice cubes and two lots of cold water from the fridge… and after trying to help yesterday by wrapping the freezer blocks from the picnic bag in tea towels for him to lie on (they got too cold for him) we ordered a cool mat for him to lie on from a local pet company. It was supposed to be delivered today.
Bear hadn’t received a delivery notification from them this morning so phoned up, only to be told it would take two to four working days to be delivered, which is not next day delivery, as promised on the website. Debating the matter got Bear nowhere so he cancelled the order and has gone to our local Pet’s Place to get one, having already called ahead to make sure they had them. I’ve lodged a complaint with the pet company for false advertising… next day delivery means within 24 hours, not 2-4 working days. If they’re going to make promises they can’t keep, they’re going to get hell for it.
In lieu of birthday cake and because it was Father’s Day, despite Bear’s refusal to observe such consumer-influenced events, I made cake. I haven’t made cake since the girl child’s birthday last month and as my weight has refused to budge for nigh on two months, I thought ‘what the hell’ and made chocolate mud cake. Which is exactly what is says on the tin… thick, heavy, rich chocolate cake that drops to the bottom of your stomach like a stone and hangs around there until it finally erodes 24 hours later and you feel about 5lbs lighter. The addition of thick, uber-sweet chocolate ganache did not help matters, but damn was it delicious, even if I didn’t need to eat again for the rest of the day. 😀
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