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If you never hear from me again, it is because I have turned into a little (OK, quite large!) puddle of sweat and melted fat.

This office is like an oven, and they say tomorrow is going to be the hottest day in Manchester since the records began.

My feet are like two little balloons, my fingers are slipping on the keyboard and my brain is a warm mush.

Why do buildings in this country not have any bloody air-conditioning?



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Jul. 18th, 2006 02:50 pm (UTC)
Aw, sorry hon. Its a balmy 15 degrees here. (in the office)
Jul. 18th, 2006 03:10 pm (UTC)
All I can offer is sympathy. If I don't grow gills in the next few hours, I might well drown in my own home, the humidity is so bad. They're offering us a *slight* chance of a thundershower this evening, which would at least bring the heat down a notch. *puddle*
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Jul. 18th, 2006 06:05 pm (UTC)
*sending a cool breeze your way*
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Jul. 18th, 2006 09:43 pm (UTC)
Don't worry -
now I have your number you'll get to talk to me soon :)
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Jul. 19th, 2006 07:50 am (UTC)
*fans a breeze*
Jul. 19th, 2006 03:36 pm (UTC)
How you doing now hon????

Fancy me forgetting you were in Manchester.... I'll blame it on the heat, my brains fried lol
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