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Eating my belated breakfast yesterday (belated because I was indulging in a blissful warm lie-in amongst the feathers and flannel) I heard an odd low noise from somewhere seemingly in the house. Got up to investigate, got to bedroom door, and warm air puffed around my ankles. The furnace had turned on. Early in May when the lows still got to single digits C, I shoved the thermostat down to 15, figuring if it got that cold I'd be glad of some extra heat. When I got downstairs and checked the thermostat, the thermometer part said 18, but obviously my furnace wanted to show willing. Turned the whole thing off because it's spring easing into summer here.
But then after I ran the water to wash the dishes, I could see steam rising from the sink. This doesn't usually happen. May be because the cold in the house is also a damp cold. But whatever it is, the chill has happily continued into today when that muggy warm air mass moved in. A cold house gives the AC effect of making outside seem warmer and damper than it is, which is one reason I stayed inside today. The other was that I took a water pill. Taken everyday, the effects aren't that noticeable; taken every few days, now that my ankles swell in the heat as they didn't in the cold, you'd better have a strong pelvic floor or court disaster, and I don’t have a strong pelvic floor. So I finished Abigail instead, and a very satisfying read that one was.
Then I go back to my library John Dickson Carr and his uniformly white upper class cast of characters, and oh dear, the contrast. Though I was wondering, all through Amongst Our Weapons, if Aaronovitch was being a little starry-eyed about his police force and the English public. Like, do white Londoners really not object when they're being questioned by two black policemen with no pale faces in sight? And Seawoll, who apparently prefers to mentor women rather than men, even if they're lesbians or Somali. This does not sort with what I read about police forces in the Graun.
But then after I ran the water to wash the dishes, I could see steam rising from the sink. This doesn't usually happen. May be because the cold in the house is also a damp cold. But whatever it is, the chill has happily continued into today when that muggy warm air mass moved in. A cold house gives the AC effect of making outside seem warmer and damper than it is, which is one reason I stayed inside today. The other was that I took a water pill. Taken everyday, the effects aren't that noticeable; taken every few days, now that my ankles swell in the heat as they didn't in the cold, you'd better have a strong pelvic floor or court disaster, and I don’t have a strong pelvic floor. So I finished Abigail instead, and a very satisfying read that one was.
Then I go back to my library John Dickson Carr and his uniformly white upper class cast of characters, and oh dear, the contrast. Though I was wondering, all through Amongst Our Weapons, if Aaronovitch was being a little starry-eyed about his police force and the English public. Like, do white Londoners really not object when they're being questioned by two black policemen with no pale faces in sight? And Seawoll, who apparently prefers to mentor women rather than men, even if they're lesbians or Somali. This does not sort with what I read about police forces in the Graun.