A couple years ago, my amazing hubby and I rented a house at the seashore. We were planning on having a romantic week for our twenty-second birthday. We got to the house and it was absolutely attractive until we came to I realize there wasn’t a refrigerator in the dining room. There wasn’t a bed in the home office and there were no fixtures in the bedroom. There was no toilet or tub, somehow either. We decided to get in contact with the rental office and she was very apologetic. She said they had given the contractor’s the wrong dates, but they would be there the next morning. I questioned her if she expected to stay there separate from a bed, or a now working powder room. She set up a meeting for us at the hotel that was less than a mile from the cabin. We got to the hotel and it was so hot in the lobby, that I thought I was going to pass out. They went on to tell us the air conditioner had gone down in the hotel, but the room Heating as well as Air Conditioning was still now functioning properly. We got into our room and our hubby right away set the thermostat. In the middle of the night, it go so cold that we thought we were going to freeze. He rose up again and reset the thermostat. It was start to get a bit warmer and the people I was with and I soon went back to sleep. By the time the people I was with and I woke up, it was so humid in the room that the people I was with and I couldn’t breathe. I had a very poor feeling that this was just the start of a very miserable week. I’m just hoping they abruptly repair the cabin sooner rather than later.