Hot hot hot hot hot hot. Ice cubes in red wine hot. It's only Day Two of what's supposed to last all week, 'cooling off' for the weekend, meaning in the 80s. Bugger me running.
In the fever dream that was my evening (did I mention it's FUCKING HOT??) I do recall that the anemonies were full of bees, which I like saying - it sounds like a line from a Flight of the Concords song.