Fandango

Last night was fan farcical.

The heat was unbearable, at 2.30am we got up and rearranged furniture moving items from the lounge to the bedroom, all to reposition the fan to achieve a more effective chill factor. As a consequence, I couldn’t exit my side of the bed as usual for my middle of the night toilet visit, I very nearly peed myself. Later, Cornflake couldn’t access his socks or pants drawers, it was a morning dressing mess.

As a result we are now a two fan family. I can cancel my note to self on the first of February re the out of season, new fan purchase. The new fan is lovely, all chrome and shiny, I’m delighted.

We are now both lounging on the sofa, each with a fan pointed directly as us.

Fan tastic.

We’re watching the movie 12 Angry Men. A black and white movie, featuring an all male jury’s deliberations, it takes place mostly in one room. We’re watching it, not because it’s a fabulous movie, that we’ve watched so many times that we have unconsciously memorised great swathes of the dialogue, but because the weather they contend with matches the weather we’re experiencing, hot, humid, close, claustrophobic.

I’m looking forward to choosing a movie with better weather. I’m not quite wishing for Ground Hog Day. Definitely not hoping for, The Day After Tomorrow, The Fog or Key Largo.

I could do with a bit of Singing in The Rain though.

Tomorrow we’re going to have to settle for The Night of the Iguana. I’ll see what tips I can pick up from Ava Gardner for looking fabulous while sweating profusely..