A Pickled Python
01/01/2013 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaHere's hoping that the first day of the new year is not an omen for the rest of them. Hot and sticky with both the sunrise and sunset hiding behind clouds is a strange start
This last week has proved beyond all possible doubt that you don't need a tornado, cyclone, hurricane or floods for the weather to make life hell.
Just a big fat week of forties where the night time temperature never goes below 25 pretty much does the trick
Izzie is lucky in presently not needing to get up to go to the day job but endless days of sleeplessness does very detrimental things to one's mood
It really is time for Izzie to invent her own version of the Dementors - hot and clammy horrors that cook your insides rather than freeze them, sizzle your brain, and make you believe you will never ever have a good night's sleep again. Even too much sunshine can be despair inducing in its own peculiar way
So it is such a relief that it is finally raining. Problem is that the brick and tile oven that is the Lair has heated up so much in the last week than even with the windows and doors open and fans on (Izzie has no airconditioning) it is not cooling down quite as quickly as we would like
Spent most of the day over at Petunia's place and she is also completely over it. Resorted to putting up a tent as it is much cooler outside than in the house. They do have aircon but Vernon insists on turning it off all the time.
It apparently only reached 32 celsius today as opposed to yesterday's sizzling 42 but both days felt pretty much the same - like being stuck in some sauna from hell
Looking forward to waking up tomorrow morning to find everything all cool and fresh and to potter around the lair to see lots of lush green growing things rather than the shrivelled up miserable weeds of the last week
So here's wishing that the weather gods do not inflict such wickedness on anyone one else this year
This last week has proved beyond all possible doubt that you don't need a tornado, cyclone, hurricane or floods for the weather to make life hell.
Just a big fat week of forties where the night time temperature never goes below 25 pretty much does the trick
Izzie is lucky in presently not needing to get up to go to the day job but endless days of sleeplessness does very detrimental things to one's mood
It really is time for Izzie to invent her own version of the Dementors - hot and clammy horrors that cook your insides rather than freeze them, sizzle your brain, and make you believe you will never ever have a good night's sleep again. Even too much sunshine can be despair inducing in its own peculiar way
So it is such a relief that it is finally raining. Problem is that the brick and tile oven that is the Lair has heated up so much in the last week than even with the windows and doors open and fans on (Izzie has no airconditioning) it is not cooling down quite as quickly as we would like
Spent most of the day over at Petunia's place and she is also completely over it. Resorted to putting up a tent as it is much cooler outside than in the house. They do have aircon but Vernon insists on turning it off all the time.
It apparently only reached 32 celsius today as opposed to yesterday's sizzling 42 but both days felt pretty much the same - like being stuck in some sauna from hell
Looking forward to waking up tomorrow morning to find everything all cool and fresh and to potter around the lair to see lots of lush green growing things rather than the shrivelled up miserable weeds of the last week
So here's wishing that the weather gods do not inflict such wickedness on anyone one else this year
