Threatening inanimate objects

1 AM April 11, 2005

David boggled my poor little brain. He declared, to nobody in particular, but definitely loud enough for the air-conditioner to hear:

Fix the bloody air conditioning, and then I’ll put my clothes on.

It worked, because the temperature’s been dropping steadily ever since. Now we wait for David to make good on his end of the deal…

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