It's a balmy 31 degrees in the bedroom today [/sarcasm].
The floorlength black curtains have been shut for weeks, as have the dark wooden blinds downstairs.
The back door is open. I've had two cool showers already and gone back to lie down in front of the fan with dripping wet hair - some moisture has been absorbed by the (cheap foam) pillow, so that is staying slightly cooler.
I've had an iced coffee and I'm floating about in a silk dressing gown turned inside out for the shiny surface to be against my skin.
I will not be setting foot outside the house until much later or earlier tomorrow - and the most appealing place at present is either an airconditioned server room or in a supermarket by the chiller cabinets.
Tonight, I will be doing something I discovered purely by accident last night - I had an awful, burning, deep itch on one of my insteps and the only thing that stopped me wanting to amputate was wrapping a freezer pack in a T-shirt and placing it against my foot. Not only did it stop the burning feeling, it kept the rest of me so much cooler, I actually slept for around ten hours for the first time in years.
If it gets any worse, there will also be standard freezer packs under our pillows.