It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, which means the sun is out a lot more often and Joel’s is playing carols. In November as well. I swear, it gets earlier every year, but now every supermarket is doing it.
It’s usually the time of the year when we do our spring clean, so to speak since it’s not actually spring. But still, we try to make sure every single little thing is working as it should, from car headlight bulbs all the way to the silly things like mould growing on the garden gnomes. The gnomes are responsible for greeting people who come to the house, so it’s more important than you think.
This year my initial observation ended with the finding that all of our gnomes have at least some mould that will have to be scrubbed, the garage is inhabited by around 30 unwelcome spiders and the air conditioning is busted, so we’ll need air conditioning repairs. Melbourne residents aren’t bothered with that sort of thing, but now that Carl is getting on a bit in years and I’ve always been useless with technology (plus, Carl is also useless with technology), we’ve decided to call in the professionals, just this once. After all, another summer like that last one is liable to finish me off for good, and Carl will have no one to mandate spring cleaning every year in November.
How do these air conditioning units keep getting themselves jammed, anyway? I know ours is a little bit older, but it was made in 1956, a very good year, and an era in which things were built to last. I thought it’d be going for at least a century, I’d make a stern call to the manufacturer, but alas, they’ve been out of business for several decades.
Never mind. I’m sure there are top quality air conditioning technicians in Melbourne who’ll sort us out. I just have to unearth the old yellow pages. Which is on my to-do list for tomorrow…