I’ve got the Blackeyed Susans stuck in my head on rotation singing Too Hot To Move, Too Hot To Think.

And from this window, I can see the street below
I can hear the hit parade on the radio
There’s dirty dishes piling up in the sink
But it’s too hot to move, and it’s too hot to think

Now before anyone feels they need to correct me, I know it’s a Triffids song. I’ve got the Susans cover though, and it’s their version I’ve got stuck on.

I can hear the baby crying
Listen… Mama’s crying too
No-one gets much sleeping done
till they’ve been crying through and through

The only thing worse than lying awake at night in the heat is cuddling a teething baby who’s lying awake in the heat. I’m looking forward to the cool change.