The cool of the bookshop in the morning.
Taking the wrong tram and spending 30 minutes getting back to Pessac Centre (clot!)
Zooming off to the dump with a few more years' worth of worthless papers.
Hunting for clip-on sunglasses for Pat at Decathlon.
The rocade running at a snail's pace - let's hope the doctor is running behind again.
She was. Hurrah! She's happy still.
Drop off the car and home.
Try to sleep. Is it really still 36°? (I don't think it was, but it felt like it)