So I was busy painting the lounge today, desperately trying to paint the far wall before the new fireplace is fitted this Friday, and I suddenly started to feel a little warm.
"I must be going up and down these ladders too much. I'm working up a sweat" I thought.
I opened the patio doors a little further.
"I'm really feeling warm now. Never thought painting was such exercise"
I stop a for a minute and catch some fresh air.
"Need a breeze, need a breeze. "
Then a terrifying thought hits me: "Is this a hot flush?"
The door opens and plumber sticks his head round:
"I'll turn the heating off now. The new radiators are working fine"
Ah, so that was it!