Hottest day of my life!

Yesterday was unbelievably hot.....45.1 deg C maximum, which is 113.18 deg F in old money.  It is the hottest temperature ever recorded in this town.  I was born here and spent the first 23 years of my life here, and although I remember hot summers it was never this bad.  Some of the world is currently freezing with snow and ice storms and I'm sure they would like some of our heat, but believe me - you wouldn't want heat like this.  The wind blowing from the outback was so hot it just about seared our eyeballs.  It was still 37 deg C (98.6 deg F) at midnight, and the only way we managed to sleep was because we left the air conditioner running all night.  Goodness knows what our next power bill will be, but it will have been worth it.

Today is still hot, fortunately much milder than yesterday but still hot enough to make concentration difficult.  Consequently the work on the wedding skirt has come to a halt, like everything else round here.  When it's that hot one's brain doesn't work very well and it's easy to make mistakes.

This was taken on our recent holiday; the sun was a ball of intense red-orange, not the rather benign washed out pink it appears here.  It was nowhere as hot as yesterday, either.

Anna the nice physiotherapist has explained to me that parts of the body which have been operated on can be sensitive for quite a while, which explains why my shoulder doesn't like hair or clothes resting on it.  She has given me a couple of suggestion to desensitise it, which will be tried.

Would you believe, this morning I took a tumble in the kitchen......slipped on a drop of water on the tiled floor......my foot slid out from under me and down I went, all in slow motion.......landed on my bum (which fortunately is well padded), bumped my left elbow, and of course it's my left shoulder which is recovering from its operation so I hope no damage has been done.  It all happened so slowly that perhaps I will be lucky; a quick hard fall would have been worse.  The shoulder doesn't feel much different to yesterday, so hopefully that's a good sign nothing has been hurt - it's aching much the same as it has been, no better, no worse.

It was a much harder fall a few years ago which tore the shoulder, so let's hope it's not torn again.  I don't fancy a repeat operation.

"Putting away furs for the summer.
When you are ready to put away furs and woollens, and want to guard against the depredations of moths, pack them securely in paper flour sacks and tie them up well.  This is better than camphor or tobacco or snuff scattered among them in chests and drawers.  Before putting your muffs away for the summer, twirl them by the cord at the ends, so that every hair will straighten.  Put them in their boxes and paste a strip of paper where the lid fits on."

The very last thing on our minds yesterday was cold weather clothing, we were concentrating on how little could be worn while still maintaining decency.

Enjoy your days!