Bit of a rhetorical question for you here. I live in one of the hottest countries in the world with temperatures which in summer routinely hit the late 40˚’s and often hotter. Even in winter it rarely gets close to freezing and routinely in the December the temperature is similar to a British summer, (in a good UK weather year).
So, how is it that I am wondering around in the world’s thickest jumper, with full length trousers on and my big fluffy bed socks?
How does that work then?
Simples. Himself and air-conditioning. Yeap, himself sweats opening a packet of digestive biscuits in a snowdrift. That is despite being physically fit – he just suffers with heat, not good when you live in the land of sand. The small, testosterone one is the same – any increase in temperature and they both melt into a pool of melting men.
So, while there is little himself can do to alter the situation while outside, inside he is permanently on a mission to reduce inside to a negative temperature. That means putting the air-conditioning units on their cold possible settings.
In short that means that inside our house makes the arctic look positively tropical.
Yeap, the house is freezing – I honestly woke up the other morning physically shivering. Hence my attire and the fact that I routinely have a blanket over me in an attempt to maintain a reasonably healthy body temperature.
Since the heroes who are the compound’s air-conditioning guys came last week and stopped water gushing out of several of the units, they have worked faultlessly, (is that tempting fate?), much to my discomfort.
I have managed to sneak a minor increase in temperature a couple of times and I think I have got away with it, but there are still icicles hanging from the window frames.
It is coming to something when you have to go and stand outside just to get warm or if needs must you leave the freezer door open in the hope that it may just increase the ambient temperature a touch.
Now, while my low body temperature is clearly an issue, there is a much more pressing issue in relation to the internal temperature of the house.
You see everytime the air-conditioning guys come round with their ladders, buckets, jay cloths and vacuum cleaners, a familiar pattern of events always follows.
At the end of their visits they always say that the units should not be on their coldest settings of 16˚ as this is what makes them spew out copious amounts of water. No, they say, they should be around 20˚.
Now while I completely respect their professional advice, it always makes me wonder – if we are not meant to have the air-conditioning on at 16˚, why have the option of that setting? Surely it is like having a racy sports car that has 180mph on the speedometer when actually you are not allowed to go that fast.
Having the option there just puts temptation in the way of my heat-phobic husband and son.
Anyway, I dutifully follow the advice of the air-conditioning guys after each visit and adjust the temperature of all the units to 20˚.
Then himself comes home and promptly turns them all down again.
A ‘heated’ conversation always follows, (well not that heated, it is never enough to actually increase the ambient temperature), and the setting always remains low.
At some point over the next few weeks, (usually around 2 weeks later), one or more of the air-conditioning units starts to spew out water again and once again another maintenance request goes in for repair.
Have you got it yet?
Well, before we know it, the air-conditioning guys are on the doorstep again, they fix the units and once again tell me that they should not be at 16˚ but at 20˚.
These instructions have overtime got to be ever more forceful and while the maintenance guys maintain a professional attitude there are hints of exasperation in their voices……
So, that is my dilemma. I am more than happy to set all the units at 20˚- it is not me who resets them.
However, it is 99% of the time me who opens the door to the air-conditioning guys and has to apologise each time for the temperature that they are set at….It is also me who suffers from near frost-bite on a daily basis.
Oh, the joys of married life.
So, to the good news – it is definitely cooling down, outside. That said, outside is still significantly warmer than inside our house. Not only can you tell that it is cooling down just by going outside, (although when you go outside forgetting that you are wearing a big thick, UK sweater thanks to the inside temperature you do think for a moment or two that it isn’t actually cooling down….), but that cold water is cooling down.
Yeap, regular readers will know my struggles with the cold water temperature in the summer months, but it is now clearly cooling down.
Don’t get me wrong it is far from cold but it is no longer skin peeling hot.
Right, two days of great training have been had.
Gym sessions and swimming.
My shoulders are tired, very tired, more tired than a tired thing in tired land.
Now, I have some longterm training goals which will become apparent in time, but short-term I need some challenges.
Yeap, I am booked in for next year’s 2 mile Great North Swim and am busy training for it.
But I need something else.
I have decided to give running a rest for the moment, my foot is not great and my hip brings tears to my eyes on a regular basis.
So, I need to get my head around something to aim for and with which I can raise money for Tommy’s.
Time to get my thinking hat on……
Right, time to go and dig out the ski kit in an attempt to generate some body heat……
Don’t forget to donate, this is all about raising money for Tommy’s