It's June, and the summer is hotting up. It's in the 30s (centigrade) and the humidity is sitting on our shoulders already. We have the air-con on at night, or hubby's monster fan that sounds like a helicopter taking off in our bedroom. For someone who's used to silence at night, this is taking some getting used to! But it's either that or peeling my sweaty self out of bed every morning (graphic but true).
I had my first experience of my glasses fogging up when I went outside one particularly humid day. This was so surreal to me that at first I thought I'd gone blind.
I've started working (hooray!) for an oil company (I like to nurture stereotypes), which I'm really enjoying. The staff are wonderful. So southern and friendly. My boss has a stuffed cougar in the position of killing an antelope in his office, and my colleague sounds like Drew Barrymore (I find excuses to talk to her just so I can listen). I later discovered that my boss, who is a very sweet old man, shot and killed the cougar and antelope in Africa in the 70s (as you do).
In other news, we have a brand new shiny car, so I am free and solo on the roads! His name is Arthur and he is very posh (incidentally, they don't use the word 'posh' over here! A few people have asked me what it means, and the closest word they use is 'fancy'. I love discovering little nuggets of information like that.)
FYI: According to the Oxford English Dictionary, it is rumoured that the word 'posh' came into being when wealthy travelers journeying from England to India would have P.O.S.H written on their luggage, standing for 'port out, starboard home', which was the position of the more luxurious and shaded cabins on the ships. Apart from that, there is no known origin of the word.
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