October 26, 2007

• It's cold inside.

  Ciorstadh was remarking on how freezing her office was yesterday (and the day before).  Mine appears to be following suit.  I am swathed in thermal vest, jumper, shawl and gloves.  And headphones.  I'm on the verge of moving into woolly socks.  I am suffering from ennui, and want to Go Home.  I'm also waiting for the curiously nicknamed Rainman to come and rescue the Ice Packs that have been sitting under my desk, and to take them over to the Rugby Cupboard.  I have eaten too many dolly mixture and I feel a bit ick.  The office is semi-deserted and I'm ticking things off my to-do list as though I were going abroad tomorrow.

  I think I need to start wearing long sleeved thermals.  This is quite ridiculous.  Mind you, the fact that I currently appear to have a BMI of 20.9 may also have something to do with it (the machine at the chemists weighs and measures and goes bingly bingly bingly beep chatter chatter chatter urk chatter and spits out a receipt to tell me.  All for 50p, which is more than at the chemist in Camden).

  Socks now added.  One of my colleagues is wearing thermo-nuclear underwear (and mending a puncture in his bicycle tyre).  One of the others has just turned the aircon down a notch 'cos it's too warm.  He politely looked at my purple fingernails, and then asked if I had any hand cream since my skin looked dry.

  Oh, roll on 5 o'clock!  There is a limit to how long I can sit here with my hand wrapt wround coffee.

  xxx

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