I am not a fan of air-conditioning. I am perhaps old fasioned, but grew up in a world where you took breaths of air outside and just had to put up with what happened inside. In the East End of London in our house built in 1884, you had no big choice. It was a hot summer, so throw open the windows and hope that somewhere there was a slight breeze. If there was no breeze, then you had bad luck.
And so it came to pass that I moved to Switzerland, got married, had a family and am now a golden oldie with my golden oldie Mr. Swiss and we have a record summer heat. The hottest this century in June according to the statistics. With my background of east end psychology I just have to put up with it. However, Mr. Swiss is Swiss and somehow there is a different level of reasoning. They do something about it, the do not put up with things. He noticed in Internet that you can now have your own air conditioning machine for the home.
I worked in an office for 30 years with air conditioning and was not exactly full of enthusiasm, being glad to leave the office and take lungfuls of normal outside air. Mr. Swiss on the contrary, would close the blinds at home and the windows to keep the heat out and close the doors to keep temepratures down. He is Swiss and I am a Brit – perhaps a conflict of opinions.
So last week he discovered the dream of hot weather, the solution to the problem. Yesterdy he calmly announced that our airconditioner would be delivered today with the post and it was a special price I did not really want to know what it cost. I acknowledged this wise statement and reminded him we go shopping Friday morning. However he said no problem, it would arrive much earlier. This morning the postman only rang once already at 9.00 a.m. and Mr. Swiss disappeared for a quater of an hour. He reappeared to say the air conditioning machine, packed in layers of paper and I assume bubbl wrap, was now in the cellar. I did not see the packed object, but today everything is packed in bubble wrap. He had to move it on our trolley and would remove the packaging material later. Later was when I had finished my daily chores and disappeared into the shower. He disappeared again and returned triumphantly with our new air conditioner.
I have a sneaky feeling he was not completely in the picture how to set it up and I did not really want know. I decided air conditioning was his business, he was the expert.
It was still sitting in the living room when we went shopping. Apprently the plastic flexible tube (see photo) had to have an exit to the outside for expelling the hot air. As the only window with an exit would be the one for Tabby’s cat flap, we had to find another solution as this was too small for the mega width of the attached tube. This afternoon he found the answer to his problem and now it is sitting next to an open window in the living room. I do not know if this is the professional solution for an air conditioner, but surprisngly it is working quite well. Needless to say I am still writing my blogs in my little room with the window open and the door closed where I have light and air. Who needs an air conditioner? I do not really trust this 8th world wonder and stated that it will not be left on its own when working.