On arrival in Cyprus I found it to be close to 30°C at night with humidity near 100% and an air conditioning unit in the apartment on the blink. As I had burst into a puddle like a ruptured water bomb within 5 minutes an urgent visit to reception was required to demand another room. After being politely told to fuck off and given directions to the secret master switch hidden behind a bed I quickly resolved the issue enabling me to bring my core temperature to something slightly below that of molten iron.
All was well….for now.
good to see you back old chum……
Ta.
I can tell this trip is going to be good…
Ohh, I like it hot…but not that hot. :)
Sarah, more later.
QoC, a woman of my own heart.