But this is taking the piss:
That’s our back room. In the sun.
This is my ‘office’, or the room of melting Kates:
Dear god it’s hot here. Far to hot. Look, even Aroha is wilting.
I should be working, but trying to get my brain even remotely into gear is like trying to pour treacle out of a fine bore tube. I’ve actually had a pretty good day – I think – I’ve been in charge of the bay again; and actually done a fair job of running things. Of course, I got to hand over and I didn’t know how high someone’s high potassium is (silly Kate); and there’s a couple of people who’s histories are a bit messy on the hand over sheet – and I fluffed’em a bit. But hey, I’m not yet registered. And if I don’t get these assignments written I won’t be.
Please, please make it less hot.
I actually had something intelligent to say when I left work; oh, aye, I was going to wave people’s noses at this – which I’m studiously not going to comment on – except to suggest that you might then want to go here.
*sighs*
Still, incidentally, looking for a job. Should anyone need a nurse I’m your girl.
