Air Conditioning and Bidets

Have I mentioned that we do NOT have air conditioning? For those of you who have frequented any home of mine have discovered that the ideal temperature for me is approximately 68 degrees Fahrenheit. If it happens to get above 74, my brain shuts down and my body kicks into overdrive trying to cool me off by sweating profusely. It usually works but for some reason related to the brain shutdown, my moods drastically change for the worse. This does not apply to Girls' Camp where, after two days, my brain dehydrates completely and allows me to take over in my usual silly moods. How does this all relate to London? (or specifically Weybridge?) We do not have air conditioning!!!! Yesterday the thermostat outside crept up to 24 degrees Celsius. Go ahead look it up, that's nearly 76 degrees Fahrenheit. Now, to most of you that is downright comfortable, but inside a three story home with only a few windows open, it's miserable. I know I have NOTHING to complain about when the US is in a heatwave right now, but I have to have something to blog about....which brings me to bidets.

Totally unrelated subject, but we have found it an interesting discussion in our family to talk about bidets and their interesting uses. When I asked Zachary what the purpose of a bidet was, he replied, "It's a little sink where you rinse your hair". Kylie just shot me a dirty look (teenager), Tau gave me the correct definition, and Kobe, well, let's just say he is completely in the dark on this one. The first few days here were sleep-walking, in-a-daze crazy kind of days. Dave and I came upon Kobe in our bathroom drinking water out of a cup. While this is not unusual, I did wonder where he got the water from (can't reach the sink yet). He replied, "Out of the water fountain!" He was so proud of himself. We didn't say a word...