A man is under the amusing delusion that the current sweltering heatwave is the perfect backdrop for some passionate romance with his wife. Despite their typically uneventful love life, Tom Booker is convinced that the sizzling summer vibes are a cue for some steamy encounters.

Tom likens the heat to the most seductive of seasons, complete with imagery of skimpy swimwear and melting ice creams, which he interprets as a sign that his wife, Joanna, is ready for romance.

However, while Tom is dreaming of spontaneous garden escapades, Joanna is sprawled motionless on the bed, more interested in surviving the heat with the aid of a fan and a bag of frozen peas than indulging in vigorous lovemaking.

Joanna quips that unless scientists discover a no-touch way of getting intimate, summer passion is definitely not on the cards. She's firm on her stance that as long as her earlobes continue to sweat, romance will have to wait.