Friday, 15 January 2010

Oh, The Weather Outside Is Frightful

And yet here I sit with my sleeves rolled up and the window open. I think it's somewhere in the region of about -4' C outside right now, and yet I am sitting here sweating like a priest in a Barney outfit. The Boss has one again attempted to exert control over the laws of thermodynamics and has turned the air conditioning up to 29' C before leaving last night. 

I question her on this as we sit slowly dying of heat exhaustion.

Here's me : "Why did you do this?"

The Boss : "It was set to 19. But 19 was too cold."

Here's me : "So what was wrong with, I dunno, 21 or something? I mean, 29 degrees?"

The Boss : "I set it to 23. But that was too warm."

Here's me : "What?"

The Boss : "23 was too warm. So I opened the windows. But then it was too cold, and I had to turn it up to 29. 29's just right when the windows are open."

I'm going to kill her, very soon.


  1. My dad used to do that, probably still does, and trying to stop such a practice with logic is an exercise in futility. I'm guessing you've already tried.

    Love the blog by the way!

  2. you're going to kill her very soon? straight through an open window I would imagine ;)

  3. I once put some cereal into the microwave for too long and it got too hot - so I put it back in on "defrost" as that had the word frost in it and I knew frost was cold. However it almost set on fire.
    I was of course only like 3 at the time, however I can imagine the Boss doing this kind of thing...

  4. Oh happy day! SK is back!
    I may need to read everything twice - this week has seriously sucked out loud...

  5. Somebody should ship a polar bear to Belfast just so it can maul her. If only we knew somebody who worked in shipping...