Monday, July 14, 2003
It's going to be thirty degrees tomorrow. Am I going to be out there, enjoying it? Am I, even more sensibly, going to be lurking inside in the cool? Nope, I'm going to go to a room which isn't even this borough to help weed our collection of books which probably no-one wants any more but which we keep hold of, just on the off-chance. This is obviously punishment for me thinking a few weeks back that I liked my job. I bet the room isn't even air-conditioned.
