Not sure it was all that roosting, but it was pretty warm all the same.
It's felt like I've spent the whole weekend watching sport on the telly, doing nothing much more than flicking between channels and grazing on crisps and whatever was at the front of the fridge between events. Transitioned from couch potato to divan pomme de terre for the last stage of le Tour then back again during the course of this afternoon but, after around eight hours of watching others sweating buckets, decided that before I started munching again I really needed to expend more energy than it had taken to walk from sofa to fridge. Forced myself out and down by the river to jump off gates for a bit whilst a seal watched from nearby.
Felt much better after that.