But after two nights, swimming about my bed, in a pool of sweat ( I know a lady should say "perspiration" but believe me it was far beyond a gentle, glistening glow...this was SWEAT!)
I thought "thats it...time to endure Poppa Guesthouse's disapproval (he hates spending money on fixing anything...lol) & get in a wee air con fixer man...
Sooooo...this middleaged dude turns up, opens the window & climbs out to the external box thingy....he feels the side a couple of times, unscrews the top, peers inside, closes it, climbs back in the window...& that was IT!!!
He then delivers me a lecture ...how did I know that, given he didnt speak English?
Well let me tell you that wherever you are in the world, & whatever language you speak, when a pompous, middleaged man starts lecturing you, you know it...its all in the supercilious tone, & the standover stance ! LMAO
Emboldened, Poppa got in on the act...he actually shook his finger under my nose ( he has no idea how brave he was being...LOL)
Luckily for them I was quite amused by all this...so called down to Hanh to come & translate....the whole damn family appeared!...
Crowded into my room were the 5 family members, Mr Havent fixed the Air Con, me & two cleaning ladies peering in the doorway ( my room is huge but a kingsize & a double bed take up a lot of room)
Of course the air con is still not going, so we were all very hot....I posed the question "Is the air con going to be fixed?"
Away it all went again, with Hanh translating...
Well , knock me over with a feather, it appears it is all my fault, & there is nothing wrong with the aircon, that a bit of rest & recreation wont fix !!!
Apparently, you are not supposed to have them going, all the time...who knew? (I hope you are picking up the covert sarcasm?)
I,m supposedly to run it for a couple of hours to get the room cold, then turn off for 4 hrs...LMAO, as though THAT is going to happen!!!
Anyway...back to the immediate problem...what about the machine that is still sitting, puffing out faint breaths of warm air?
OH...no problem...turn it off & let it rest for 6 hrs (play it some soft music, massage its filters, give it a facial)...then it should roar into frigid life....
This sounded like bullshit to me, but hey, what do I know?
Of course, you know what is coming, eh?
10pm...I've had two cold showers , well & truly ready for bed..
I switched the infernal machine back on, & NOTHING!
All the vents were open, but not even a dribble of air coming out...it was WORSE!
I spent the night between showering, & dozing on the hard, cold marble floor....as you can imagine, by morning , my temper was as hot , as the temps in my room !
I stormed downstairs, & attempted (sic...lol) to approach the matter in a cool, assertive manner...
This lasted for the two minutes that it took for Poppa to get grouchy, & when I persisted, to lose his temper....
I lost mine as well...& loud bellowing ensued !!!!!
To cut a long story short...Grandma got in on the act, & shouted Poppa into abject submission (na na na na na...LOL)...Hanh was summoned from her bed, to translate the EXACT problem...
Mr "doesnt know his ass from his elbow" air con man was told to come back & fix what he had been paid to do...he arrived with a young offsider...
He tried strutting in, with an arrogant attitude, & was quickly put in his place by shouting females...me, Hanh, Grandma...Poppa also got another round of "SHUT UP!" when he tried to intervene...LMAO
Meanwhile the young offsider quietly got on with it, & had everything humming along happily, in short order!!!
Soooooo...here I sat, cold icy drink in hand, cold icy air roaring out of the infernal machine...looking forward to a lovely night's sleep, tucked up under my covers.....
OMG ! What is that I hear?
Chanting & tinkling bells !
Some inconsiderate bastard has died, two doors down!!!
Roll on 3 nights of brass bands, chanting, karaoke...!!!
For Fucks Sake!! God grant me strength!!!