You don't need me, or the multiplicity of available weather agencies, to tell you how hot it is.
But.
Hell's teeth, it's hot enough to melt steel.
My brain is frazzled.
And I have the adult equivalent of nappy rash under my armpits.
You probably didn't need to know that.
Sorry.
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