Crazy from the Heat

Center Picture- Our Dysfunctional Dog Shadow. I had to hold him down in the yard to get this picture as he is also afraid of the camera. This is why he looks so worried.

Pic on the left is our portable A/C unit which we broke down and purchased last weekend. Pic to the right shows our neighbors home which proves that we live in a high class area of England. The temperature has been hovering around 80 for the past 7 days and the humidity is sweltering. I miss central air which is quite rare in England. After all, who needs it the other 51 weeks out of the year? I can just barely fit by the airconditioner in the bedroom to my side of the bed. The hobbit house Master Bedroom is the size of our walk-in closet in California. Well there is no sense reminiscing now...... My mood has been lifted considerably by the sun and this morning when I walked outside to see that our neighbors had somehow juryrigged an airconditioner outside their window with bungee cords just made my day. How high class and so safe to boot! Let's hope no pedestrians are walking by when this sucker gets ready to go. You cannot see it from the picture but they have have a mercedes and two classic cars which leads me to believe they just have no taste instead of a lack of funds to purchase a portable unit.

My beloved turns on the portable unit as soon as he arrives home in the evenings to start "prepping the bedroom". It has been delightfully chilly with the only inconvenience centering on our 8 year old Sheltie "Shadow" who is afraid of every little noise and who has numerous other issues to mention. The air compressor has given Shadow fits. He usually sleeps on one side of the bed so that when we swing our feet out of bed we need to vault over him. The first time the air compressor went off he charged the bedroom door and scratched furiously as if the demons from hell were out to get him. We have calmed him down to the point that he now only scratches furiously 2-3 times per night just enough to disturb my sleep cycle. He wants out when the compressor goes off and then gets too hot in the hallway and then wants back in. I have always wanted to grow up to be a doorman to a dog and it seems I have achieved my dream.

I hope all is well in the States! Cheerio and all the best from the wonderful Hobbit House.