Camp David (as Brunnel likes to call our current all-in-together dormitory sleeping arrangements) is, shall we say, testing my resolve tonight.
Club Tropicana it is not.
The extreme natural ventilation (there is no front on the house at all), aided and abetted by the boarded up holes where windows used to be, and the sudden onslaught of antartic ice outside is a little bone chilling.
The tarpaulins don't appear to be thermally lined.
My poor builders were outside this morning in torrential rain and gale force winds, trying to fix the gas heating for me.
Brunnel & the girls have de-camped to warmer and less drafty climes in Hawkes Bay.
I am shivering and toughing it out!
And going to bed with two hotties and ten blankets.
P.S no, NOT that kind of hottie!!!
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