Lisbon is boiling. Literally. When thermometers hit 38°C and your home feels more like a giant air fryer, the only thing you want to do is stay still in the coolest spot of the house — preferably with an ice-cold drink and zero responsibilities. And this is exactly when the laundry basket starts growing as if it has a mind of its own.
If you've ever tried picking up an iron on a scorching hot day, you know what I'm talking about. The steam rises, your forehead starts dripping, and the shirt that was supposed ... (total 10198 chars)