Ok, Sun, you've made your point. Stop now, 'kay?

It's hot. Breathlessly, desperately hot.

It's hot and there isn't the SLIGHTEST breath of wind. Not so much as a twitch on a leaf.

It's hot, and the air is like breathing in a sea. It is literally hard to breathe. It's so heavy with water that it's just on the egde of raining, you can get wet just stood in it because there's so much moisture in the air.

It's so hot and still and humid that it feels like there's a thick blanket pushed down on everything. A weighted blanket pushing you down so sitting upright is an effort of will.




It's SEPTEMBER. Can we please be having autumn now?

SOMEONE needs to get laid

Memo on a file left on my desk:

Sparky:
Ok, it was funny, but if you are going to put crude sexual references in files can you clip them to the file rather than write them on documents we need to keep?

-M



My return memo:


M:
6.9. 6th September. It's the date. Freud would have a field day with you.

-Sparky.