Aircon in the UK is pretty much just shops and commercial premesis, and cars.
Almost no private dwellings have it. Cos we generally haven't needed it.
Anyway I'm back in the dogroom with some more slings.
Eventually when I've got more slings than a Balearic islander called Pepi, I'll be forced to get my act together and start selling them properly.
That's the theory any way
And at the moment it's the coolest job I can find
I think in mrs Fahrenheit's armpit percentage, we're around 88.
Some years back I spent a week in Toronto flat sitting for a friend.
Official heat warnings, water stations all over the city. All I ate one night was a 2 litre tub of ice-cream.
Slept on a chair under the only ceiling fan in the flat. The buggers were still playing baseball though.
It's not quite that bad here, but the UK weather definitely has ambitions to move up to the big leagues.