39°C

F, it's been hot the last couple of days. I feel like one of these over-bread dogs, that no longer have a proper nose to breath through, gasping for air.

Today it was up to 39°C on my balcony. If you go out, and consequently move, you're sweating. The only relief comes when sitting completely still at home, no windows or doors open, and feet planted on the cold stone floor. Only that gets boring in the end.

So I thought rather than continue to complain, since we waited so long for summer this year, I'll make myself a frosty drink.

Real sweat Swiss strawberries, crushed ice and a forgotten bottle of Koskenkorva strawberry. Yummie!