Summer

Windows open wide this a.m. until someone started up an aria at full boombox level, drowning out the Irish racing. Had to shut them and put the nice big ceiling fan on until the shrieking bint had been silenced (God, I hate sopranos!). I'm really glad I had the fans installed in the sitting-room and the bedroom, because with the shite footie on and its hysterical fans ranting and raving all day, I can shut the windows without being asphyxiated, and have the fans quietly keeping me cool. Wonderful, cloudless day with a tiny breezette, enough to stop the heat being ridiculous.
 
Sounds blissful, Kri. I would love ceiling fans but my ceilings are too low. (I have a cartoon picture in my head of my hair getting caught in the fan and a short, round redhead getting spun around the room - assuming she doesn't bring the ceiling down first.)

I've compromised and put a powerful fan on top of a tall bookcase at the foot of my bed. Perfect! Woke up and found two cats stretched out on bedroom floor, just close enough for the draught to cool them without - horror - ruffling their fur.

At work there is a large fan beneath the desk, so the air flows up over the desk without blowing in my face or sending papers flying.

Luckily it is hot without being humid around here so it has been quite glorious with lovely green trees against bright blue skies and with hedgerows bowed down with May blossom. Beautiful.

Even lovelier when half-a-dozen hot-air balloons drifted gracefully by yesterday evening.
 
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Oh, hot air balloons look lovely in the evening - when I lived on a high hill in North Staffordshire, we'd get one or two sailing over the Cheshire Plain - in the distance to the front of the house. Serene, calm, peaceful.

Last night saw the first brawl of the summer outside the flats, around 2.00 a.m. Three stupid, probably drunken, boys fighting in the street. I remonstated with them in a kindly, caring way to "f**k off, you stupid f****ing c**ts before I slit your f****ing stupid throats" and they slunk off, one actually apologising to the other. Who says a kind word doesn't turneth away wrath? I'm tuning up my tonsils for the detritus from England vs Mexico tonight...
 
That must've been lovely for Mrs Bull. Bad enough when drenched in your own sweat, let alone someone else's... :nono:
 
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