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Laundromat has been achieved. Clean sheets and towels and especially face cloths, since I only had one left. And am thinking the linen closet must have eaten a couple because I know I had more than six in the past. May try to get to the dollar store for more: or might just order from the mighty river because we're having what TO considers a heat wave with heat warnings and cooling centres. The tropically domiciled can laugh but 32C with a humidex of 40 is more than our stuffy winterized houses are geared to. I've been running the window AC all day at a conservative (to me) 20 and am ok with that and fans. But had to change clothes after doing the laundry because I was Tokyo-sopping.

Finished a bunch of Ferrars mystery, who really is good, and an Anthony Berkeley country house mystery complete with obligatory antisemitism. Yanno, when a Jane Austen character says 'rich as a Jew', said character is marking himself as, at the very least, an unadmirable vulgarian, so I don't know what Berkeley's problem is a century later. I almost miss Sayers' nice financier whom nobody blamed for marrying an upperclass Englishwoman after he became rich, unless of course his own family did.

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It has been raining for three weeks solidly (Supertyphoon Gaemon met the monsoon, and weather systems all over South and Southeast Asia are feeling the consequences), so apart from floods, parasitic dysentery and cholera, the daytime temperature is down to a chilly 27C, and I am wearing a (cotton) jacket even outside my centrally-refrigerated office...

Well, we have the same rain, at least. But SE Asians are like Arizonans who wear coats at 25C. Heat alerts, 'drink lots of water, stay indoors, check on the elderly' begin at 28.

Absolutely! 24C is the temperature at which my air-conditioner is set at night, as I snuggle under the duvet with Lap-cat! And 28C is "what a lovely cool day! Let's go for a long walk in one of the national parks!"

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I remember that Sayers had a jeweller who was highly approved by the text because he hadn't anglicised his name or changed his religion, and was marrying his son and heir to a nice Jewish girl called Rachel Goldstein...

To be sure, I found boarding school and university life in the UK in the 1980s much easier as a blatant posh foreigner than it would probably have been if I had actually tried to be like the natives...

Sorry those two last were from me.

And it's not as if it's drier where you are. 28 with low humidity is fine but low humidity is rare in these parts.

Yes, 'Chesterton's definition of a nice Jew' being one who doesn't change his name. Ignoring the racism that makes name changes necessary. Bleh.