Gassed

One thing being at home more has shown is all the things that are wrong with the house. The ducted gas heating is at the top of the list. I feel like I am being gassed, no offence to Victor Frankl. There is a gas smell around the meter and after the gas has been running for a while, the house feels like an oven. Especially if it is warm and the sun is coming in.

Yesterday I didn't blog because I wasn't feeling well. I think the heating had something to do with it. My mouth was very dry and I felt tired.

Today is another day and I am feeling a lot better so far. We are leaving a bit late today because Mrs Horse is trying to lodge a passport application. She badly wants to see her mother. I should have done something about that earlier. She got a hard time at a post office outlet yesterday. I think she wants me along to ride shotgun.

Sheba was ready to go. I had to get her out of the car because we are leaving later. She wasn't happy about it but went along, all the while giving quizzical looks - she loves going in the car. She also loves running around like a lunatic:

The heavy breathing at the start of the clip is me gasping for air after spending a period of time in the house with the ducted gas heating on.