OOF. I use the airport reading as my local one cos that’s the one nearest me, so yeah, 38 degrees… this is why you can’t assume that just because it’s no longer December January or February it’s also no longer summer. Weather no longer cares about such niceties as human timekeeping. And remember those cunts who were complaining that we missed out on a “real” summer cos we went nearly a full 365 days without the temperature breaking thirty? Hope you pig fiddlers are fucking satisfied now… (EDIT: it actually made it to 40.6 later in the afternoon at the airport, slightly hotter than it was even at Penrith. Quelle jour.)
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