It should be illegal to build office space in the second floor of a warehouse with a flat metal roof, with barely-opening windows only on one side. Ascending the stairs is like rising into a fiery, airless hell. Even two desktop fans is not enough to make it bearable. Thank goodness for pear cider and ice cubes. [EDIT: Said cider not consumed at work, but after getting home.)
(Also, thank goodness that, unlike Pellinor, I don't have to spend the weekend running around in full armour, and sleeping in a greenhouse-like tent. I'd rather have torrential rain in a tent than full sunlight from dawn.)
(Also, thank goodness that, unlike Pellinor, I don't have to spend the weekend running around in full armour, and sleeping in a greenhouse-like tent. I'd rather have torrential rain in a tent than full sunlight from dawn.)
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Date: 2010-06-25 09:54 pm (UTC)Perry! Yummmmm
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Date: 2010-06-27 10:43 pm (UTC)The chap in the small dome tent next to my palace did remark, with a certain meaningful intonation of which I know not the meaning, on the fact that although my bed was bigger than his tent (including guyropes) he'd actually bothered to use his :-)