Shopping first thing in maxi cotton dress.
When home I changed into what could grandly be called a djellaba*. I bought three (all colourful cotton, mid/lower calf in length, with elbow length sleeves) from an 'Indian' shop in a nearby town. They were £10-£15 each last year and are beautifully cool, airy and wash well.
I, too, wondered if some smelly old pervert may be enjoying some of our more intimate exchanges! For that reason I won't expressly state what else I am/am not wearing!
I am on our patio under a vast umbrella and have brought out with my our digital barometer. That says the temperature here is 51.7 but has just cut out - overheated! We are south-west facing at this spot.
Mr C is lying prostate (and I had better not tell you what he is wearing lest you have a hot flush). He is in a beautifully cool room with the patio door wide open (and no flies come through whereas in the 'hot rooms' there's almost a queue!).
My GP has just rung to say amongst other things that my blood tests earlier in the week show I am dehydrated, despite my drinking copious amounts of water and being very conscious that at 'our' age, we need to keep hydrated. I mention this as if it has happened to me, it could affect you, too. Keep drinking (water, I mean...!).
*Oh all right, call them kaftans (no so grand...).