Those were my very words (barked, Father Jack-like at no-one in particular) as I wiped the goo from my eyes this morning and looked out the window before making the daily crawl to the Department.
Sun?
Sun...
SUN!
Fuck this, I said, and decided to call in the old flexi time. I've none left now, and have to go in tomorrow. Knowing my luck, it'll be even nicer tomorrow, and utterly shit at the weekend.
Sun?
Sun...
SUN!
Fuck this, I said, and decided to call in the old flexi time. I've none left now, and have to go in tomorrow. Knowing my luck, it'll be even nicer tomorrow, and utterly shit at the weekend.
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No we're going to have a heatwave according to some farmer in Donegal who saw the mist climbing up the mountain last week. He was obvoiusly on one of his many mushroom picking expiditions!
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