Today's forecast: max of 5 degrees, minimum of -4. And bloody hell it sure feels like it. I was aclimitising quite well to 5-10 degrees, but this house has been built without any regard for insulation at all. It's as though closing the window does not make any difference, as I can still feel a draft coming from its single glazing and steel rimmed fixture. I should move my bed because it is fridgidly cold in the mornings, but I just don't have the space to move it to anywhere else. It looks like it's time for drastic measures, but I don't know what those might be yet.
As a result of the chill I have taken to standing in a specific spot in the kitchen while eating or waiting for food to prepare. This is behind the door, which in the last 12 hours has led to two funny moments. First, Miriam walked in, didn't see me, walked all the way to the fridge and I simply said "boo" and the poor girl almost cracked her head on the ceiling. I did the same to another roomie today. I tell you what, you learn some interesting Spanish phrases by doing that! I also remember scaring a young cousin by pretending to be a statue and then jumping into action at any moment. He always screamed, usually cried, but always came back for more. Clearly an Einstein in the making.
Also, the trip to Mallorca next week . . . we don't actually know who's coming and who isn't, so we still haven't booked accomodation, despite it being a long weekend holiday, and tonight I'm doing it regardless if other people like the idea or not. Things work so much better if I'm in charge.
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Our first house in Wisconsin (the one we rented) was badly designed, too, and there was no heat upstairs. It was awful.
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