It’s 29°C (85°F) where I am, and I have to have the fan on constantly. I turned the fan on the moment I got out of bed, and I expect it will stay on until I go to bed tonight at around 4am or something. Mercifully, it says on Sunday that it’ll be 16°C (60°F), which is a more decent temperature.
Dad says me and him will have another 4km round trip to the supermarket later on today. I don’t look forward to it.