Sod’em and Tomorra
From one extreme to the next. After yesterday’s mugginess the heavens opened and poured a river through the Call Centre.
Everyone was clamouring for a seat at The Fridge yesterday, today people were quietly steaming by the radiators.
I was drenched. Soaked right through to the undercrackers. I squelched in my socks throughout the day.
“Wet enough for you?” Thrush said as I wiped my specs on my tie.
Tune in tomorrow for the locust.