We took the day off today, swam in the lake, sunbathed and
enjoyed the 36° C temperatures.
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| who'd have thought... |
Living in the UK has turned Kerriann into a wuss (Aussie
expression meaning wimp) and she was moaning about the heat and mosquitoes all
day – as an Aussie you would think she would be used to these things.
By the way, if you have a dirty Dickie, rub it with some
soggy jeans and the dirt comes off a treat. As Graham cannot do nothing
for more than five minutes we decided to wash the insects off Dickie’s bonnet.
No mean feat with the number of mozzies they have flying around here. Dickie’s
grey water was duly emptied into a bucket and we attempted to remove the carpet
of dead insects that coated his front. Regular cleaning cloths were not up to
the task but rags from Kerriann’s old jeans were ideal for this unpleasant job.
And now K has a lovely pair of miniscule denim shorts which she will have to
hide from the fashion police if ever they come calling.
As Mr Fluffy presumed Scandinavia would not be hot in the middle
of summer he did not bring a pair of swimmers, so instead, has to go swimming
in his undies. We have to wait until women and small children are clear of the
area so as not to terrify them with the sight of his undergarment-clad form.
Graham has experience in this area. We visited Iceland in October last year and
he did not think it necessary to take a coat. We had to make a quick purchase
when we arrived to near zero temperatures.
We are still having problems sleeping – we either open the
vents and put the mosquito blinds in place and stay cool but have daylight all
night or we close the vents and blinds and get hot. This 24hour daylight can be a pain in the
backside where sleeping is concerned, especially when the aforementioned
backside is being bitten by mozzies.
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