I’ve been working at Amalia since Thursday night. Small space filled with women crafting, direct sunlight and no air-con apparently amounts to heat stroke. Guess who got the heat stroke? Moi. Yours truly. Yesterday was pure hell, I can’t remember when I last felt like that.
No, actually I do remember. 2009 after Madonna- concert when I collapsed and had to be rushed to ER where I spent the entire night. The ambulance crew thought I was drunk and kept shouting at me, trying to coax a response. Yes, that is what you do to a person who has collapsed because of dehydration and has no voice due to frantic Madonna! Madonna! Madonna!- chanting. Eventually they believed my sister who told them that I haven’t drunk anything.
Back to present. Good news is that this morning Mira found a switch. And that switch is for the air conditioning. Did I tell you she’s been at this address for a year?
See. I’m not the only slow person around!