Red bits freshly gained at the weekend are spread out on the grass.
Skirts are hitched to staring levels on the thighs of the reclining office girls.
Young men who are far too thin show the fact off by going shirtless.
The far too thing office girls don’t follow their example – dammit!
Scabby oil dipped pigeons scuttle about pecking.
Sunglasses abound, lunches are picked at, Tramps get benches all to themselves.
The trees hiss in the light breeze.

shall we just skip the rest of the working day and move straight onto the fun part, i.e. - the bit where we are not at work?

I am fed up wandering around with my brain in neutral like King of the Knobbers AND the fecking finance system keeps crashing.

MEH!

So Saturday was a bit of a wash out weather wise but fun anyway, and yesterday was our summer. Today looks like being nice but it does not count as I am at work, although a walk through Soho Square at lunchtime will be “entertaining”.

Spent a good few hours in the garden with Mrs F, Shipscook and Mr Wolf yesterday and we ate and drank and soaked up the sun. I considered it a training day for my skin what with the up coming holiday to hotsville looming large.

Due to Mrs F not having to drive to work anymore, we may have had a few more drinkies than normal for a Sunday. Possibly. Which may be why I feel like sleeping all day rather than working. I have only been here for forty minutes and it feels like forever.

Urgh.