Forty degrees inside the horseshed - and that's Centigrade! My helper Troy and I battled on, putting the decking down in what will eventually become the clubhouse for the not-so- Royal Nelligen Yacht Club.
By mid-afternoon it had become so unbearably hot that I moved indoors and rehung the recently repainted sliding wardrobe doors in the bedroom.
I also fitted some strobe lights on the ceiling. It'll make the wife look like she's moving during sex.