The heat, the drums, the flies...
For over a fortnight the temperature in the study has failed to drop below 82°F (which it turns out, is 28°C - one of the few easily memorable conversions between feet & inches and metres). This does not please me and I went through a period of staring at the thermometer, willing the temperature to fall by the power of my mind. I do not take it too harshly that I failed; I only have a 15 watt brane after all.
As we ended the second week of this ludicrous heat, I decided that the thermometer must be broken, so to satisfy myself on the point, I hid it in the soda fridge we keep in the room.
When I removed it an hour later, it told me that the fridge was an acceptable 38°F and probably lower if I left it a while longer. So the thermometer is not broken. It real;lIS hotter than Hades in here - even with the fan going 14 to the dozen behind me.
Roll on Autumn.
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As we ended the second week of this ludicrous heat, I decided that the thermometer must be broken, so to satisfy myself on the point, I hid it in the soda fridge we keep in the room.
When I removed it an hour later, it told me that the fridge was an acceptable 38°F and probably lower if I left it a while longer. So the thermometer is not broken. It real;lIS hotter than Hades in here - even with the fan going 14 to the dozen behind me.
Roll on Autumn.
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Curse you, loft insulation grants!
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