Off I went to The Warehouse where there were piles of fans of all shapes and sizes for me to choose from. No fan frustration for me, I thought smugly.
By the time I got home I was particularly hot and bothered so when I opened the box and saw it had to be assembled, I was all out of energy.
And here we are, a month later, and my prized pedestal fan remains in its box at the end of my bed - with the picture on the side taunting me as I toss and turn at night.
With more sweltering nights on the way, the time has come. I am going home tonight to assemble it. It seems the least I can do.