Happy birthday to me. Well nearly, apparently I arrived on the scene at 7.00pm, so I am officially not yet an old bird, but instead still a spring chicken.Mind you, today I feel like a oven cooked chicken. It is so hot in my office and the fan I have behind me (yay, you're the best, woo-hoo) is just stirring the soupy air around - charming. And I know we shouldn't complain, but, hell it's the British way.
We are just not designed to operate correctly and efficiently in heat. Other countries may laugh at the way we work through the hottest time of the day, but what they don't appreciate is that we never know when the next warm spell may come around - every second counts and we can't be wasting time on siestas.
Also, once I go to sleep it is impossible to a) wake me up or b) get any sense out of me. Pretty much a normal working day...
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