Last night I went to my sister's house instead of her coming here as she usually does on a Friday night, and on Sunday I'm going to the kids' place for dinner instead of them coming here, so I have a bit of a reprieve. But it's the cats I feel sorriest for. Downstairs cats are fine, temps don't get so bad down there but the upstairs cats are suffering. Bodie-cat nearly broke my heart earlier today; he'd been sprawled out in my bedroom, but when he heard the beep from the aircon remote, when I tried it again just in case it had magically fixed itself, he came stalking out to the loungeroom and sat himself on the floor in front of the aircon unit, staring up at it, waiting for the relief.
Poor boy! I went out and bought a tower fan to put in that spot just so he'd have something to sit in front of.
Right now I have a wet flannel around my neck and a plastic bag containing four frozen lamingtons on my head. Hey, it's Australia Day, so I'm pressing the national treat into service! Or setting a new hat trend.