After lunch the merry men from the airconditioning company will come and change some part of one of the airconditioners, which has developed a jack-hammer noise, albeit muted. It's one of those malfunctions that only occurs from time to time. And naturally, when the technician came to examine it the other day it was purring as beautifully as a Siamese cat, so I thought I'd leave it in its contentment. Of course on Sunday it had a good couple of hours rattling away.
So when a piece of the ice maker in the fridge dislodged itself again yesterday, (after being fixed in March), I was in full maintenance mode. Their technician is not coming today, which is such a pity, because we could obviously have had a technician party in lieu of Christmas, but probably sometime before the week is out he will come and (re)fix what he obviously didn't fix the first time.
This morning began as many do, with a swift 1500 metres in the pool, which is beginning to get rather parky following a plunge (well, drop), in the temperature last night. The weather is simply glorious, and will make drinking this bottle of champagne whilst sitting on the balcony tonight a rather pleasant experience. That, and a few glasses of wine with dinner may make me Westward leaning, but still proceeding.
This is my kind of Christmas. I don't suppose you'll be having as much fun, but may all your Christmas wishes come true.