The great air-movement debacle continues (as expected), but following some A-class verbal punishment by Cath, the building folk agreed to provide us with a proper portable air conditioner (rather than the indoor sprinkler they’d previously furnished us with). They couldn’t promise when it would arrive – perhaps the next day, or the day after that (I’m thinking “within the next 6 months, tops”), but wonder of wonders – it turned up this morning!
It’s one of those ones which you connect a ducting hose to in order to expel the hot air through a window or similar.
Imagine our surprise when we went to fit the supplied hose to the vent on the back of the cooling unit.
Lets face it – it’s not worth doing anything if you’re not prepared to make a half-arsed dog’s breakfast of it. How this country ever built the Empire is still a mystery to me.
I suggested a jury-rigging solution involving prodigious amounts of duct tape and cardboard, but apparently that’s not the way things are done around here.