Admittedly I've only been there a week, hence my shying away from using the word "EVER" in large capitals at the end of that statement, but it's still fairly depressing that it's taken one 52nd of a year to get a sunny morning. I'm sure we'll get lots in January, except I'll have been in the office for an hour before they turn up.
Getting up at 6am because my brain has been infused with pure sunlight is a lovely way to start the day, but I'm fairly sure the darkness will have its revenge and I will be blearily bashing into bollards by 9pm. This could be awkward, since I'm off to watch a play at the Bridewell Theatre. The last time I did this I slept through 30% of the play (having recently arrived off a plane from Cambodia). If I'm not careful they'll ban me as a persistent snoring menace.
[they actually have these - my friends' enjoyment of Romeo & Juliet at the Bridewell was somewhat spoiled by someone (noone can confirm who) having a good old high decibel snooze in the lighting box throughout the final, emotionally traumatic half-hour of the show].
In fact, I may not have to wait until 9pm. The fluffy clouds of doom are already gathering around the watercooler and gossiping about how they plan to cover the sun and steal my light-filled soul. I'll be in a coma by lunchtime.
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