“Let’s order some wine?” I said.
“Thought you’d never ask! God, it's hot, isn’t it? Or is it me?”
“No air conditioning,” I said.
“Oh, I’m used to it now. Well, I should be. I’ve lived in England, what – twenty years?” Adelard was originally from Canada. “You have to get used to it. But I’ve come prepared. I’m Roget-Gallaired from stem to stern. And, as Bette Davis would say—” Adelard puffed on an imaginary cigarette and whisked the air with his paw. “Body odor offends me!” Adelard emitted a long, theatrical sigh quivering with happy recollections. “Aaaah, we don’t have stars like that anymore, do we? And the ones we have left – dropping off like flies, aren’t they?”
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3 comments:
Yes, order wine...
It's funny how we never experienced the luxury of air conditioning growing up in England, yet now exposed to it's comforts, we can't do without.
My parents home doesn't has A/C just open windows and a nice oscalating fan, but somehow, I smother from the lack of cool air.
Makes a good excuse to sit in the garden....with a glass of wine.
FUN!
The opposite is also very annoying, the way everywhere is over cooled in the summer in Csnada. It's odd to have to take a sweater with you for when you go indoors.
Did they mean that English people are smelly???
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