There is a draft on my feet. My place is actually a trifle chilly. A little surprising as I live in a high rise.
It is the air conditioner's fault.
No, I don't have it on. Actually, I don't even think I turned it on once all summer. Which would make it doubly a shame to go to all that effort to remove it only to put it back in the window next summer. And maybe not use it.
But there is a definite draft coming from all around the unit. Needs a blanket of plastic over it methinks.
But for now, I'll take my tea and return to the cosy room.