He's not daft

Bailey has found himself a new sleeping location for these hot days - I think he might be coping slightly better than I am. I went into town first thing this morning to collect an order and it was already 29.5 degrees by half ten. A bit of inbox sorting once I was home and I got as far as writing a list of work things to be done before September but not a lot else. A significant drop in temperature is required to raise my productivity rate.