43 degrees Celsius. That's not a temperature, that's a washing instruction. A preheat-the-oven-to setting. It's not what I was expecting for New Year's Eve. Nobody warned us that Melbourne got this hot. I've owned kettles that never got this hot.
It was slightly cooler indoors (say around 37 degrees), but every time you went outdoors it was like stepping into an oven. Complete with that scorching wind that dries out your eyes. Everything was hot to the touch - chairs, door handles, even the sofa.
I've think I've lost my own body weight in sweat today. I've compensated by eating lots. I'd hate to waste away.