13 December 2012
Few rude words....
The house is freezing, my step-dads turned the heating off ...
AGAIN!
So when I'm finally free of my seat, as each time the ice just reappears magically when I'm sitting comfortably, I go up to complain (again) .
"please put on the heating! Or At least turn it on earlier so my toes won't drop off and I don't slip and slide around this icy palace..I mean have you tried to get up to the top floor yet!?... It's bloody insane!"
His reply as always is "wear a jumper, I had to when electric heating wasn't yet invented"
Yes thats the trick, What you repeatedly tell me you had to do as a kid. And should work wonders on warming my chest...
But the thing is ...
I'm already wearing 16 jumpers, 3 Wool hats, and a big furry jacket to trap in what little is left of my body heat after I entered this icy arctic place...
(Bloody hell was that a penguin belly sliding on the kitchen tile floor!?)
So I tell you I'm supposed to be doing coursework and would if I could but my fingers keep getting stuckkkkkkkkkkkkk on the keypad...
And I've tried to warm 'em up via the hot tap, but I stopped once all that came out was icy tear drops. Cuz I thought I ain't chancing that!
But we've had this "debate" before, And always I seem to loose again and again....
So I guess I should stop complaining... And instead go put on some gloves and a bloody hoody. (Because I've ran out of fucking jumpers to wear!)
No Heating Again • Opuss № I