so it just happened again, and once more did i engage with the curious phenomenon...
i can't help but wonder why the hottest place in my flat is a really random bit of wall in the kitchen... it is positively warm to the touch, and it's just the right height to be an ass-warmer... (not that i've tried you understand)
and i'm fairly sure its not the pipes, i'm not the most practical individual but even my limited 'practical sense' is telling me that its seriously inefficient for the pipes to be routed that way... (why would it be at ass height?)
and why is it hotter than anywhere else in my flat...?!?
like seriously so... its like my own lil' portable patch of sahara (except that its not portable, and is definitely a bit lacking on the sand side of things)... i'll wager that it'd be the first thing to get triangle-lasered should the predator ever visit my abode...
and what the hell is it with those predator dogs?! spikey mo-fo types... and a gruff voice does not batman make mr piano bloke... (i apologise if i have acidentally mis-cast him in the piano there... that factoid comes from second hand information right there...)
but the acoustics are quite nice in there, so in lieu of a giant jazz hand (that i can then mount on the wall and cup like a seat), leanin' my ass there for a strum will have to do for now...
happy time
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