It being a record-setting day, and this blog being a weather-loving gardener's journal of record, and it being the official, history-of-the-universe hottest day ever recorded in Sydney of 45.8°C, which is 114.44°F on the other scale, I just have to tell the world how hot it was today. It was hot, hot, hot. Blast furnace hot. Weak at the knees after 10 steps hot. I've never felt anything like it before, hope I won't again, but suspect I will if I make it to next summer.
And, please let me also take this chance to record the much less newsworthy fact that here in Marrickville, our humble little thermometer made it all the way to 45.0, which is easily the hottest day since we moved in here back in 1991.
Here's the proof. That's as high as
the temperatures rose here. My biggest
worry was Pammy who was 'out there'
in the city, seeing a client, then doing
some shopping. When she arrived home
after her bus trip and short trudge up the
hill she looked utterly spent. "Just sitting
in the bus, which had air-con on (and
it wasn't making any difference) the sweat
was dripping off me. I have never been
so hot," she said.
I hope all my Sydney gardening friends end up with a similar 'slightly scorched here and there but most things survived' story to tell.