The people at my work have decided, in their infinite wisdom, that now is the ideal time to replace our old, rickety but still functioning air-conditioning. So at the various points in the ceiling where we had said air-conditioning, we now have gaping holes, with the vague promise of a brand, spanking new air-con system sometime next week.
This would be unbearable but for the fact that I'm working later today (and for the next two weeks) on a farm in Cheshire where I will be spending my breaks playing frisbee and swimming in their outdoor pool.
In the middle of 6 solid months of sun here, guaranteed, every year. Went out at 8 to pay bills and shop so as to get in again before 9. Won't go out again now until at least 6. That's summer.
Fuck not sleeping though, we have an air conditioner.