The Princess And The A/C - part 2

If you're at a loose end, feel free to read part 1 here.

T'was the night before Christmas

And all through the house,

A cool breeze was whirring

And, man, was it grouse.

When we left the spoilt princess last, she was lamenting the heat and praying to the God of Climate Control for some relief..

Moaning and behaving more like one of her elderly Irish relatives than the young (ish) Australian that she is.

Unfortunately for the princess, a number of weeks (4.2 if you were wondering) passed with little respite

- and much weather watching.

Many parts were ordered, many hours were spent in an attempt to repair the palace's air conditioning

- but alas, the motherfabulous thing wouldn't cooperate.

Finally, on the Friday before the 'almost Christmas' weekend at 5pm, the unit was condemned

and deemed completely  *insert audience-appropriate term here*.

The forecast for Christmas Day and the days following wasn't looking good

- unless one is a fan of searing heat, sticky discomfort and the number forty.

After noting the poorly disguised anguish on the Princess' face, the Prince jumped into action.

Favours were called in and friends in the business of lifesaving/air conditioning bailed up.

A trailer was loaned, a warehouse opened up out of hours

and installation begged organised for Christmas Eve.

The Prince was very pleased with his efforts indeed.

The Princess was heard muttering about 'eleventh hours'

and 'unnecessary stress' as she went about her chores.

On Christmas Eve, three saints tradesmen arrived at sunrise to resuscitate the royal marriage with nothing but hard work & cold air

-  ripping out the useless just-out-of-warranty-of-course system and installing a brand new unit.

By midday, the Princess was giddy with relief and showering the three wise (and so kind) men with praise (and homemade treats).

As the lovely trio went off on their merry (Christmas) way

- the mercury rose, the temperature indoors dropped beautifully and the Princess grinned from ear to ear.

So it was that Christmas 2012 was saved and a royal divorce averted.

And they all lived happily ever after ... in cool comfort.

The. End.

I. hope.

From my frosty family to yours - a very healthy, happy Christmas.

xx