I love the look on that poor dog’s face - “Such a big bed, and I’m only allowed this little corner? Do something!”

She was quite a character.

A long-dead cat for your pleasure. She arrived on my doorstep a starving kitten; after extensive travel in New Zealand she went to live in Canada, where she apparently lived to a ripe old age.

That’s wonderful and you are heroes.

The only time I’ve knowingly been in 40+ heat was in Sydney. The house I was staying in had no fans and was stifling, so I opened the front door, thinking to let a breeze blow though. It was like opening an oven door, a gust of hot air in my face. The whole week was unbearable - blistering hot outside, far too cold in places with aircon.