Well that was lovely.
Last night was super-duper special. Whenever I mention “something is just so” or “I am enjoying this because” I jinx myself and it all goes pear-shaped. Thus it was I said this summer had been quite mild which indeed it had, all things considered. We haven’t had last year’s unending weeks of weather over 105°F, for example. (See, I’ve just jinxed myself there.) However the last few days have been just peachy with the weather yesterday hitting 110°F during the day and plummeting to the icy depths of 84° F/29°C overnight. I have been becoming psychotic.
Summer is bearable as long as you can sleep. I loathe summer but as long as I am cool enough to get some decent rest, I can cope with it without becoming too mentally ill. Though that’s debatable too, I guess.
The only way to do this is to have the air conditioners going at max, preferably two, one under each armpit. I am amazed at people who don’t need the air con on when it is this hot. Future Wife no 1 is such a person. God forbid if you turn the air conditioner on in these people’s presence, as then they get “too cold” and I have to murder them with a machete. I will have the air conditioner running 24/7 when it is hot. Sod the electricity bill, don’t care as long as I am comfortable.
Until the power goes off. Then I am (rhymes with ducked).
I’m currently at my parents house as the air conditioner in my place has been on the blink for forever and I am at war with air conditioning company (another blog). Yesterday the mythical electricity generator blew somewhere in the local area due to over demand and the neighbourhood was without power, air conditioning, lights, all the mod cons.
As is often the way when you have Nigel’s life, the exact same time you need to use your phone, both mobile and landline, is the time when both phones need charging. Clearly this is a genetic thing as my parents had the same. So without phones or computers we toughed it out in what was quite a long night (a very, very long night) without power. I had been at my friend’s house initially then he got too cold. His body is under the steps but don’t tell anyone.
In fact the power came on about 5 in the am, by which time I was a puddle on the bed and completely heat struck. You know it’s hot when you shower yourself with cold water, don’t bother to towel yourself and you are dry by the time you walk from the bathroom to bedroom. I slept I am sure but it was broken and sweaty and uncomfortable and disgusting. I feel washed out, as you do after heat sleep. It is all I can do now to stay awake.
I am tempted to buy a generator. I wouldn’t know how to use it but having access to electricity when you need to cool yourself down and answer your friend’s emails would be considerably useful. I am not fond of generators though. Every horror film I have seen has a generator that doesn’t work or is turned off by the killer and people get murdered when they go to turn them on again. I’m not sure I should risk that.
Oh Lord I am rambling. I hope that was coherent. People shouldn’t be allowed near blogs when they have heat stroke.
Away For A Bit 
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel…………….. Tempest Adelaidus………
Here in your Carolina home, the skies are gray, there is a mist falling ever so gently and the temperature hovers around 8 (46F). There is just enough chill to kiss your cheeks rosy and tickle your nose. The beds are weighted down with heavy quilts and comforters, pillows fluffed and ready for a good book and a mug of Darjeeling or Earl Grey with extra Bergamot…………………..
sigh……
Whenever anyone asks me why I would want to move to the US, I will point them here.
Everything you need to know is there.
I could say HTFU ! Nigel, but I am sure it falls on deaf ears.I could also say just go but I would miss you,(or not, because you never organise what you say you will and I rarely see you, so it wouldn’t be much different, just keeping in touch with blogs) Well I am off to Port Elliot tonight and back Sunday and then Monday I am off to Sydney and away until 17th.That gives you LOTS of time to organise a date with wife one.I WILL bring the Hendricks if you organise, and I will even bring the martini glasses(very self sufficient)….Waiting !!!!!! xxx
If wanting to be there was the only criteria hon, I’d have been there last April. Sadly the US government is less obliging.
And agreed! Talked to MsDunn and Future Wife No 1 and they are all on board. Bring the glasses and I’ll get the anchovy stuffed olives.
I want to move in with Wes, please.
As to ‘it’s too cold’ complaints … forget it. You’re in my house, you put up with it. I am courteous enough to warn people that I run the temp close to 18 C inside in summer, and they should dress accordingly or bring a jumper, but I ain’t turning it off for anybody.
Don’t forget, Nigel, there’s coolth waiting here if you need it, lovey.
Get in line.
And like the way you think!!!!
such a temptress Nicola!
And, though she denies it, a Mistress Of Pain. Whips galore at her place….
Nigel, now you didn’t tell me these wives of yours have a Dominatrix streak……I am trying to picture Nicola or KB in Stilettos, fish net pantyhose, leather kitty cat ears and a whip. And you said you didn’t like BDSM———or should I break out my leather? I ain’t called DaddyDoc for nothing!
I dont know if KB does and the thought makes me shiver.
Pullease…. you should always break out your leather. Thats just a silly question.