xSammyx
11-08-2006, 04:36 PM
Friday 11 August
Day 86, 13:18
It's reaching boiling point in the House Next Door. And we're not talking tempers. The air-con had been shut off in the bedroom - wonder why?
While a certain blonde dozed in the living room, the other six sweated it out in the bedroom. "Nikki told Big Brother that we all wanted it off," Richard told the housemates about the air-con.
"I will tell her she's taking the p***," said Mikey.
"It's giving me headaches," complained Richard.
"It's making me drowsy," moaned Grace, peeling off a layer.
"It's unbearable," murmured Lea.
Richard dropped onto the floor, remembering heat rises.
"You're staring at the air-con," laughed Grace.
"It's not kicking in," came the weary reply from the floor.
Mikey could sweat it out no longer, and went into the other room to wake up the perpetrator.
"Did you tell that we all wanted the heating on?" he asked, giving her a poke.
"I'm too cold in there," were the first words out of her mouth.
"We're melting," said Mikey.
"Ooh," said Nikki jumping up. "So it's nice and warm in there now?"
Trotting into the bedroom, she jumped into bed with Imogen. But the others were still losing weight.
"Nikki, you're trying to kill us," joked Richard. "You've come to destroy us, to blast us out of the House with heat. Lea's thinking of getting the tattoos removed from her eyebrows but she doesn't have to as they're melting. They're sliding off."
"I'm boiling alive from the inside out," confirmed Lea, not moving.
Nikki, curled up under the duvet, presumably still not warm enough. Let's hope this doesn't boil over.
Day 86, 13:18
It's reaching boiling point in the House Next Door. And we're not talking tempers. The air-con had been shut off in the bedroom - wonder why?
While a certain blonde dozed in the living room, the other six sweated it out in the bedroom. "Nikki told Big Brother that we all wanted it off," Richard told the housemates about the air-con.
"I will tell her she's taking the p***," said Mikey.
"It's giving me headaches," complained Richard.
"It's making me drowsy," moaned Grace, peeling off a layer.
"It's unbearable," murmured Lea.
Richard dropped onto the floor, remembering heat rises.
"You're staring at the air-con," laughed Grace.
"It's not kicking in," came the weary reply from the floor.
Mikey could sweat it out no longer, and went into the other room to wake up the perpetrator.
"Did you tell that we all wanted the heating on?" he asked, giving her a poke.
"I'm too cold in there," were the first words out of her mouth.
"We're melting," said Mikey.
"Ooh," said Nikki jumping up. "So it's nice and warm in there now?"
Trotting into the bedroom, she jumped into bed with Imogen. But the others were still losing weight.
"Nikki, you're trying to kill us," joked Richard. "You've come to destroy us, to blast us out of the House with heat. Lea's thinking of getting the tattoos removed from her eyebrows but she doesn't have to as they're melting. They're sliding off."
"I'm boiling alive from the inside out," confirmed Lea, not moving.
Nikki, curled up under the duvet, presumably still not warm enough. Let's hope this doesn't boil over.