So, tomorrow is supposed to be 37, the day after that 35. For the first time in almost 19 years I say bring it on. As much as we hate this house it has one redeeming feature – air conditioning. Hang the expense (although I think evaporative systems are cheaper to run), we’ll be hunkered down in fresh air comfort all weekend. If the cats have any sense they’ll join us.
Only possible draw back is we may be getting no sleep tomorrow night. Our neighbour over the back fence is having a party and dropped around to tell us as much. At least he had the decency to let us know (although what we’re supposed to do with this knowledge I have no idea) and left his business card with instructions to SMS him if it was too much. That’s neighbourly, and considerate.
He he and I wonder what sort of message you’d be sending if you were disrupted?