Frankly, that's a temperature to heat plates in advance of a dinner party by, not to walk through. And it's only the end of May; where June or, heaven help us, July will take us, one hesitates to think.
Fortunately, holiday time is rolling around, and so Mr. Muscato and I will once again - if not quite soon enough - be escaping to cooler latitudes. But more of that anon.
(intertitle from Phantom of the Opera from the fabulous Shadowplay)