sweaty afternoons

our air con has broken down.

i feel like one of those models (ha!) in those perfume commercials, in a hot and humid havana hotel room, with the sweat pouring down and then spritzing on a dash of chanel.

well let me tell you, in reality it is not as glamorous. instead of becoming chic after dabbing on chanel, i become increasingly sticky

and there is no hot guy in the next hotel room who mysteriously listens through the paper thin walls.

there is only my freaky out of work neighbour who stares out of her window hoping to catch a glimpse of my father, with whom she is hopelessly in love with.

speaking of glamorous commercials, the one below is one of my all time favourites.