As I was driving to Heathrow last night to pick up a couple of friends, my car indicated that the temperature had hit 36°C. Ouch. The Evening Standard confirmed it later: the hottest recorded day in London.

Luckily, perhaps, our friends live in Florida, and are used to far worse than the worst London offers us.

(I was going to post this last night, but Flickr was "having a massage". And we all know what that euphemism means…)