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LAMB: A forty-five degree heat wave (the hottest on record) whilst almost 7 months pregnant and anaemic rendered me incapacitated today. You, on the other hand, appeared unfazed. While I lay on the bed looking and sounding like a beached whale, the fan on full blast, you jumped up and down and sung songs with your usual vigor and enthusiasm. I don’t know whether to put this down to your age or your Mediterranean heat-loving constitution (or both), but I found myself wishing I could somehow siphon off some of that energy for myself. Alas, this sort of vitality-stealing technology has yet to be invented. For now, at least, I shall have to content myself with buckets of iced water and iron tablets.