Tuesday, January 30, 2007

We've got a Villavent at home. And it's quite practical, sort of. It's this ventilation system throughout the house that keeps the air fresh and transports odors out of the bathroom when someone has gone about their own business, and ventilates the moist air out from the shower so it doesn't go into the walls and ceiling and make it rot and grow little brown spots.

It's all controlled from one central location; a knob on the kitchen fan above the stove. Turn it left and its a regular kitchen fan, turn it right and it starts sucking air from the pipes going to the bathroom and shower.

It's just great. In theory, that is.

In practice, I wake up in the morning all groggy and barely alive, stumbling out of bed and finding my way to the shower on auto pilot while rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands. At that point it's not so great that it order to not ruin the walls and ceiling and have them grow brown spots I have to first go upstairs to the kitchen and fiddle with knobs. For some reason it just doesn't get done. Somehow the bathroom is just not getting ventilated. And somehow brown spots have appeared.

It's my own fault, I know. - Stupid Villavent.