I give up: “Will you please tell me whether it is cold in here or not?”
He’s surprised: “Well, it is not exactly cold, but it is not hot, either. You do know we have 6° outside?”
I didn’t know that. All I knew was our flat had gotten colder since last weekend, but in a way I couldn’t pin down. Should I turn on the heating or put on a sweater? After having done my 14,5 kilometres on the treadmill, I felt hot and regretted having turned on the heating. But after having watched 2 episodes of Battlestar Galactica afterwards, I grabbed for one of the fleece blankets lying around should we ever need them. I do now.
Summer’s so much easier to grasp and deal with, isn’t it?