Turns out I spoke far too soon regarding the functionality of my air conditioning unit, as it has now decided that it’s remit is to blow a constant stream of hot air over my rapidly melting body. A quick search on the Internet has lead me to believe that the refrigeration unit is probably kaput and so, figuring this to be a step to far for me and my ¥105 screwdriver, I got in touch with the estate agent. As a result someone is coming round to fix/scrap the damn contraption on Tuesday; either arriving between the hours of 2 and 5, or arriving at 2 and leaving at 5, I couldn’t quite make out the specifics.
I know that I am occasionally guilty of exaggeration, but if my air conditioning unit is not fixed on Tuesday, then there is a very real possibility that I will transmute into a puddle of torrid water. It got to the point this afternoon when I literally had to put icepacks under my armpits, and then go for a run so that I could justify a freezing cold shower. And the fan doesn’t help much either, gazing at me with its dead features as it re-circulates the stifling air around the room, at a temperature just below boiling. In fact, given the extremity of my discomfort, I have been giving serious consideration to re-routeing my freezer through my Kotatsu, but have thus far been been foiled by my lack of welding equipment. However, I reckon that if I just leave the two appliances together, then the furnace like conditions of my room will probably solder them for me.