When the apartment's running down, you make the best of what's still around. Guy came today to fix the AC which had been broken for four days. They seemed to fix it, but it quit on us again after two hours. Two words to describe the repair people in this town: for shit. Remember, we are already dealing with a washer/dryer that has already had FIVE visits from a repairman and now works worse than when we started. And I forgot to mention, the other day, just after we commiserating each other over how our apartment is falling apart, the faucet in the sink just fell off while we were cooking, spraying water everywhere.

We may just have to figure out how the British colonialists did it, back in the day, without air conditioning. I'll start by drinking more Singapore slings, and maybe get one of those guys to sit out on the porch, pulling a rope to work a ceiling fan inside.