We came home from our trip to the Bruce Peninsula to a freezing apartment on Sunday. The indoor temperature was 15°C and that night the outdoor temperature fell down to 0°C. Troy called the evil landlord and asked him to turn on the central heating (the tenants have no access to it). It’s two days later now and there’s still no central heating. Our portable heater can’t really do much to keep the room warm. Most of the time, we just leave it on in the bedroom.
We’ve been sleeping under four layers of blankets since Sunday night. It feels like sleeping in a cocoon. Last night Troy said that he’d wake up a beautiful butterfly. Well, he just woke up and guess what? He’s still the good, old Troy. How disappointing.
Our apartment used to be the warmest apartment in the world because the heating system was wonky and would turn itself on even when it was crazy hot in the summer. We reported it to the landlord last summer because we were melting. The landlord did something to it and now we’re living in the coldest apartment in the world. Just one extremity after another. How very Canadian weather-ish.