Hot and bothered - and not in any good way
Aug. 9th, 2018 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Actually, the day started well enough. I managed to write half a page to the latest Mazarbul chapter, worked a bit on my second pocket letter - no pictures yet, but soon, I promise - and we had pleasant enough meals with Mum before the heat kicked in seriously.
But then we had an appointment with the chirpracticist (meaning the person who takes care of your feet - I don't know if this is the right word for it), and that's always a bothersome issue. She works well enough, and since she's independent, she comes to one's house, but she talks for six and while she's talking, she stops working. This is annoying enough under normal circumstances (for example when I have to fear whether I'll manage to get to work on time or not), but today it was particularly unpleasant. She came in the early afternoon, when we usually have all the blinds down to shut out the heat; and she wanted natural light beside the lamps, so we had to let in the heat for almost three hours, when it was the worst outside! I really don't know why would she insist; back when she worked at a hairdesser's she never had anything else but lamps and never complained about it.
As a result, the whole flat was unbearably hot the whole afternoon, up to 7 pm, when the Sun finally went low enough to open the windows. We're still cooked in our own hide; there was a moment when I feared that Mum might pass out.
Needless to say that I hasn't been of any use for the rest of the day. *scowls*
But then we had an appointment with the chirpracticist (meaning the person who takes care of your feet - I don't know if this is the right word for it), and that's always a bothersome issue. She works well enough, and since she's independent, she comes to one's house, but she talks for six and while she's talking, she stops working. This is annoying enough under normal circumstances (for example when I have to fear whether I'll manage to get to work on time or not), but today it was particularly unpleasant. She came in the early afternoon, when we usually have all the blinds down to shut out the heat; and she wanted natural light beside the lamps, so we had to let in the heat for almost three hours, when it was the worst outside! I really don't know why would she insist; back when she worked at a hairdesser's she never had anything else but lamps and never complained about it.
As a result, the whole flat was unbearably hot the whole afternoon, up to 7 pm, when the Sun finally went low enough to open the windows. We're still cooked in our own hide; there was a moment when I feared that Mum might pass out.
Needless to say that I hasn't been of any use for the rest of the day. *scowls*