Down on the Farm...

Unexpectedly, it's 30°C here in Greensboro.

(Or 88°F, as non-metric America would have it. So non-metric that you have to buy a gallon of milk, $3.)

But, hey, it doesn't matter because every house here has air conditioning. In fact, just outside the bedroom window is Lisa's air condtioning...



...along with the air conditioning for the other three apartments in the block. It's slightly less noisy than if you were living under an airport flight path, but not much, and I have discovered the delights of earplugs!

(Sorry? What did you say...?)

Anyway, apart from that, it's great here on Adams Farm, which is a bit like Wisteria Lane-lite. Miles of identikit houses and blocks along the winding Adams Farm Parkway (see where we are and zoom around a bit) in a really nice part of town with lots of trees!



So, quite classy all in all and no hint of any drive-bys. Not even when we went to the movies* tonight and were driving downtown** in the dark.

*cinema
**Petula Clark