Everyone has their limits when it comes to heat. I never really thought about this before I moved to SA (because I never had to), but I’ve worked out that mine is about 34oC. Anything up to that, I’m fine – or at least, I can manage. Anything beyond that, I’m in immediate trouble; trouble which will vary from just “not very pleasant”, through to “actual death” on the three or four days each year when it approaches 40oC in Cape Town.
Today was below my threshold (just), but OMG. I struggled. And it took a while to work out why, but then I had a quick look, and, well…

Yeah. That would be it.
Honestly, what is this? We’re not in Durban here.
Great for the washing powder industry, I guess. Not so nice for those of use that were having to change clothes every couple of hours.
Bit melty.
Much time was gratefully spent in the pool (mainly because you can’t see the football from there), but while it’s a bit cooler this evening, I’m not really looking forward to just how warm our bedroom is going to be later on.
Tomorrow looks cooler – which will be nice – but my weather apps don’t show humidity, so I’m not really sure what to expect.
Kill the heat with cold beer. Always the best way forward.

