Clearly it's too hot to actually do any work. Thus I will be spending this afternoon fanning myself and generally moaning. Hurrah!
In other news, my tuna & cucumber sandwich tastes of sweetcorn, although there isn't actaully any in it. I think the trolley man has spent all morning picking it out and that is why he is so LATE. I will get him sacked.
EDIT [17:46]: He he, my boss thinks I'm working really hard but secretly I am ON THE INTERNET! Ha more fool him - oh actually he just left. Fucker.
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