Blame Canada

Okay, permission to whinge. Yes, Canada is a fabulous country, snowy in the winter and sunny in the summer. And on top of that there's lots of heating and air conditioning so you're never uncomfortable, right? Er, not quite. Hamilton was obviously hiding behind a door when God was handing out standards of living for Canadian cities. Our apartment has no air conditioning.

No big deal - we just borrowed a unit from some friends, and fixed it into our window. What we didn't think about was all the humidity in the air. We discovered the hard way that all that water goes into the air conditioner and, if you're not too careful, leaks into all those hard-to-see places in your bedroom where mildew loves to grow.

This all happened last Monday - so we cleared everything up, sprayed Lysol (the holy grail of mildew remover) everywhere, and life went back to normal. Then we discovered yesterday that it had happened again. So again, we dutifully scrubbed and sprayed. Now today it's happened AGAIN!!! We even changed the position of the air conditioner so this wouldn't happen! But now we're in the middle of a tropical rainstorm and all that water has come through the air conditioner from outside. Bastard.

Normally I hate swearing but this is getting too much. I feel like freakin' Jennifer Connelly in 'Dark Water'. There's damp spots and the smell of mould everywhere. And nothing dries out because it's too humid!! Come back, English summers, all is forgiven!

...actually, maybe that's going a bit far. I mean - did you see Glastonbury this summer??