It's getting hot in here. . .

It has turned hot here, which is lovely. It is not so lovely in my top-floor, feels-like-an-oven flat. I manage, though, mainly by sitting in front of my fan (which is dying - it's isn't good when they smell like burning) and drinking cold liquids and not spending much time in my flat.

And all of this wouldn’t be very noteworthy except that on the first floor of my building there is an air-conditioning store. It just doesn’t seem fair that I have to walk by a purveyor of all things cool as I climb the stairs towards my own personal hothouse.