It's so hot outside. Like summer. In May. When all the supermarkets are still calling price cuts 'spring rollbacks'. Rolling seasons, more like.
So for once my subterranean place of work was a blessing as it was blissful cool. Unlike my south-facing bedroom. Whew. I need a fan. Held by some slab-muscled shirtless bloke.
Because of the heat (something like 21 degrees, yes I'm a proper Celtic Brit who can't handle anything about 15 degrees), I decided to let my
squishy muscled arms out for some sunshine.
This is a good dress. I found it in a Topshop sale about a yearand a half ago and decided it was a bit Kate Moss-like - droopy, grungy, cool. Though I'm not a fan of Moss. How sad am I? But it is cool, esp with the hemline. I have worn it without trousers before but felt the need to make it more work-appropriate.
Frustrationnnnnnn! Mainly because someone has put binbags under our serving counters and I have no idea whose they are, where they are meant to go or how long they'll be there for. And because I am continually having disagreements with a certain someone and because it's going to be too hot to sleep tonight. I had such a gym craving earlier I could just pass the night doing sit-ups.