|Blue Mountains -Australia|
I had a flu shot at the start of this winter so cannot understand what I got this week - but it was more than just a cold and is surely some form of grippe - and certainly took hold of me.
I have spent the least few days in bed in a semi-comatose state and Cate has been bringing me the stuff I got from the Apotheke for her - but she did not use.
Anyway – it is called NeoCitran - and Rozalin recommended it – and it is basically a hot lemon drink and makes me feel better. That and lots of cold tablets and headache tablets and sleep and I am starting to feel better but I will not emerge much over the weekend.
One reason to stay in bed is that it has turned mighty cold outside – as I write this it is -°8 - and our air conditioning has celebrated this occasion by going kaputt!
This is its usual response to sudden changes in temperature. It is a delicate little petal and a butterfly fluttering its wings in Salzburg can affect the operation of our system.
We have four floor units in the lounge room – each about the size of a VW Beetle – and three started blowing only cold air. So I have turned these off and the one remaining unit left working is gasping out puffs of warm air in the manner of an asthmatic bear on a stairmaster.
The result of this is that the lounge room is being kept at a rather fresh °18 and is not the sort of place one wants to linger.
I have a call in to the people who maintain the death watch over the system and they will send someone who will tinker with it and will recommend some action. Cleaning the pipes or blowing the nodes or even shivering the timbers.
By the time this is done the moment will have passed – summer will be here and the system will be heating the apartment to a balmy °45.