"Int-it-ot" (Hull Speak for "Isn't it hot")

Well, its 84 degrees F/29 degrees C in the Family Room ... blumin' boilin'! All the windows have been open on the shady side of the house ... all to no avail. I think I'm going to have to succumb to the fact that we need the air conditioning ON! Craig has been whining all afternoon about how much of a 'skin flint' (aka miser) I am. He's now getting hurtful ... comparing me to having short arms, deep pockets and also being as tight as a 'laggy' band (elastic band) around a cows backside ... monetarily speaking!

Back home in the UK insect screens weren't even an option. Instead, we had curly paper insect tapes to hang from the ceiling light and a plastic ribbon curtain at the back door - both in an attempt to keep the bugs at bay whilst keeping the house cool. Of course, bugs would get inside, and then there would be the fun with the newspaper - swatting, marking the wall with either newsprint or bug-guts ... and getting to the dead insect before the dog got to it!

Then, of course, there was the humidity ... sticky, sticky (always a bad hair day) kind of heat and the fact that all houses are brick built, which holds heat longer, so you don't cool down at night.

Bugs still get into our house here - we don't know how ... I blame the dog and her constant in-out-in-out-in mentality. She has a very short attention span (my son says she has ADD and I have to admit that sometimes, I think he's correct).

So, as I was saying, Craig is complaining about the heat. He watched his Euro 2008 soccer final between Germany and Spain with the fan pointed directly at him, shorts off, bottle of water ... looked more like he was playing the game. In his mind, he was playing the game ... and coaching ... and refereeing! He's exhausted now - he'd better go take a cold shower, and I'll put on the a/c and make his day!