I worked 22 hours a day for 3p. I sold my internal organs to pay the mortgage.39.0C - you were lucky.
I had much the same thing in September, a temperature of 40.5C , all but died, but still managed to lick the road clean with my tongue on the way to work to do a 24 hour shift at the mill, before returning home to be murdered every night by my missus with a bread knife.