baby, it's hot just like an oven

Today is hot. As in, "Hey! I was quite enjoying this pseudo-summer we had going until you decided to drop us into a blast furnace" kind of hot.

It's 3pm and it's 39.2 degrees (or 1 million degrees Fahrenheit for our lovely, non-metric cousins who still haven't latched onto our friend the Celsius way of measuring temperature). It's only going to get hotter given that the beautiful, beautiful thing called daylight saving means that it's actually 2pm. Yesterday the temperature reached 41 degrees at 5.30pm.

I'm beginning to think this whole daylight saving thing is a bad idea...

For those who don't live in the sunny climes of Perth, I will describe this heat in a few examples:

1. It's so hot that your legs no longer stick to leather or faux-leather chairs, they melt into them.
2. It's so hot that you are wearing your ugliest but coolest dress that's reserved for hot days such as these.
3. It's at this point that the roads start melting ever-so slightly.
4. Ice-cream is your best friend ever.
5. It's so hot that you jump in the pool, stay there for a few hours, then hop out of the pool, only to discover that the chill you normally get isn't happening. You are getting dried by the hairdryer-like land breeze.