Wednesday's photograph (no painting today)

Popeye getting some cooler morning outdoor air at 5 am at the study door.

I couldn't leave my bedroom door open into the garden all night because I was worried of waking up with Mr Brock next to me in bed in the morning...

Even with all my fans going and bottles of iced water in front of them, this bungalow was 26 deg C in my bedroom. I wasn't going to last out the night, I couldn't breathe. Popeye had put himself into barely breathing survival mode. (He has done that before) And he had 2 oscillating fans on him as well as a humidifier, and a tiny personal fan next to him, and the bottles of iced water in front of the fans.. He had no intention of moving off that couch.

Finally armed with torch, I sourced the garden for something flat and biggish. The only contender was the plastic table top. So I took the legs off, and wedged it behind the two cabinets either side of my bedroom door. Opened the bedroom door into the garden and wedged that open.

Went back to bed and prayed Mr Brock would not make a midnight visit...I also liberally put peppermint essential oil on the under side of the picnic table (facing the garden) hoping it might deter Mr Brock.

Popeye woke me up at 3 am. He wanted to know why I had my bedroom door open and what was this barrier across the door. I had been worried he might get out over it, but he didn't.

Keep cool...somehow...drink plenty water or beverage of your choice...