34 degrees in the sun.
I have already cleaned the kitchen (my job), now Henrik has to do his (cut the grass) before we go pick mum and dad up at the airport.
Since my duty is done I can relax, while he is sweating like onion in a frying pan.
Bet he wishes he got up a little earlier, when it wasn't so godforsakenly hot.
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