This afternoon Matilda my physiotherapist mentioned that it was cooler outside than it was in here despite the air conditioning being on.
When Richie leaned out of the window to check, he discovered that she was correct and indeed it was cooler outside than inside.
It was nice to turn the air conditioning off after four days of having it switched on in the doorway of the bedroom.
Most of the hot air generated by the air conditioning unit is removed by the extractor fan which is on in the toilet, some escapes into the hall.
Because we cannot install it properly so that the hot air goes outside, it becomes extremely hot in the hall which comes into the bedroom as well.
So I am not only warmer because I'm further from the air conditioning unit, I am also feeling the hot air.
Right now I am leaning dramatically to the left as if I were surfing, a pleasant fantasy maybe, sadly the reality is uncomfortable.
When Richie is back from the Park with the dogs I will call him immediately to correct how I am sitting, luckily I can still use my voice recognition.
There is something quite amusing about writing today’s piece almost lying down, despite all the problems I've managed to write it.