I bought an industrial strength portable air con unit seven years ago and never used it so I stuck it in my storage unit.
After sweating my bollocks off for the past couple of weeks and with even hotter temps forecast I've been down to rescue it today.
Don't need it tonight but it's ready for the meltdown next week.
Last Sunday night/ Monday morning were textbook Emperor. My gaff doesn't have air conditioning and it has been fucking humid here, too much to sleep well....so I decamped, as it were, to a nice little spot I know in Parc Colleserola, 15 mins from Placa Catalunya by train which is ideal for laying down a sleeping bag. A goodly 300m above sea level, sheltered, perfect. So I lugged my 58 pattern bag up there the previous Thursday...sleep up there, daytime at work and in gaff. I've got a groundsheet that doubles as a tent if the weather gets a bit rough. I also have an anti-insect spray. Well, I have never been bitten in that spot, so left the spray at home. It's July, it's not going to rain, no need for the groundsheet either. You already know what's going to happen, don't you?!!! So, rolled up about midnight, had a couple of tinnies and a Jamaican cheroot to minimise the minor discomfort of a hard mattress. Woke up at fuck knows what o'clock to find that some kind of vampire insect had attacked my face and hands...star shot actually on my lip, which swelled to the size of a Cumberland sausage...another cheroot to quell the pain ...then.....about 0700 radical temperature drop and full-scale thunderstorm for about an hour...pretty amazing...really close in, so every burst of thunder was like a fucking howitzer going off next to your ear. My dear 58 Pattern rapidly turned into a paddling-pool...drowned rat wouldn't do justice to what I looked like. Monday was cancelled. Happy camper? No I fucking well wasn't!!!!