Fighting fire with fire

Or, in my case, heat with heat. We had ungodly 32°C today, so what did I do? Right; I switched on the oven to bake potatoes and make the pulled pork. Granted, the latter was the pre-cooked sort from the supermarket, but still... I worked in my unmentionables to survive somehow. The upside of it? When I was finished and went into the living room, I was literally freezing in the 26 degrees that we had there. Mum thinks I'm insane. She's probably right. *g*

Aside from the kitchen duty, we also had laundry day. So much fun - not! The balcony, where I hung up the thick towels, is like a sauna, even now. At least they'll dry in record time... or so I hope.

Still, in the morning I managed to work a bit on the front page of dollhouse quiet book #1. I figured out a simple but convincing way to simulate the roof tiles, so I'm content with what little I managed to do.

In the evening I had two nice, long phone calls, with my friend Ilonka and with H, which was nice. Then we watched the current re-run of the GBBO, and now we're trying to air the flat a bit. The air outside still isn't very cool, but at least there's a bit of air moving around. I hope it helps for the night because tomorrow will be just as hot, if one can believe weather forecast. And when they promise something unpleasant they're usually right.