Nudging 90 and I'm a skinflint

90F is about 32c which is very warm or even at a stretch hot. Which means everyone here's having hysterics. This may last a few days longer and in the meanwhile we have to endure public health announcements reminding everyone to drink water, and use sunblock and so on and so forth.

Actually this is serious. Failing to take account of the weather can lead to passing out while at work in a kitchen with a stone tile floor and cracking the back of one's head; as a colleague of mine did on Sunday. She's still not fully lucid and possibly lucky to even be alive.

The Fat Bastard is due back from work in the next hour. He's then planning to go out for a walk, a three hour and 26 kilometers (16 miles) during what will be the hottest part of the day, along the river (which is almost totally devoid of shade). I'd bet just about everything he's left me with, admittedly not much, he won't wear sunblock.

This walk is part of his rather desultory preparatory exercise program ahead of this summer's weekend row to help a mate raise money for a charity he's involved in.

I don't suppose there's any chance of him keeling over from heat exhaustion and falling into the river. It would be quite handy to no have to line the pockets of some divorce lawyer or other.