Yesterday afternoon, I thought our aircon has stopped working because even while it’s set on high cool, I found myself panting and sweating. I stood up and placed my hand by the louver and while it was whirring and blowing a light breeze, it barely cooled our little space.
For a moment there it made me nervous, for if the aircon’s broken the timing would be so wrong, as I can’t afford to buy a new unit. But come to think of it, even if I happen to have the moolah, where can I buy one with this nationwide lockdown? (I have ordered an industrial-type wall fan online and I don’t even know when I can expect that delivered).
It was only when the door opened that I realized there’s nothing wrong with our cooling unit. I felt this rush of warm, balmy air blowing in you’d swear it’s the breath of the devil himself.