Waiting for the air-con man

Last night the air-con in the room went a little haywire. It wasn't cool at all and if you are in sunny Singapore right now, you'd know how torturous the weather is these days.

So D called the air-con man who was supposed to have been here at 5pm, but it's 7.14pm now and still no sign of that all-important figure in our lives.

Here are my dogs confined to the kitchen so that they don't pounce on and tear our dear air-con man to shreds... the feral beasts...