I've lost count of the number of conversations I've heard lately about the weather. We humans love to talk about it, whether it's complaining about the rain or moaning about the heat.
And at the moment, it's the heat. Yesterday you could almost see the relief on people's faces as they stepped inside into the air-conditioned office.
It's not surprising to hear fans for sale are as rare as hen's teeth in Rotorua at the moment - as they are around the country.
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I thought I was smart this year. After a couple of hot nights before Christmas I decided to beat the rush.
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.