So... I'm sitting here at work, looking out the window, and it's chucking it down. Seriously, it's like monsoon season out there and I'm wishing I had an umbrella with me.
Hell, I'm wishing I had a coat.
There's a phone ringing. I suppose I ought to be answering it, but I've had enough of talking to nauseating salesmen this morning, and taped my phone up. It took half a roll of sellotape, but that sucker is going nowhere. Of course if someone is actually calling for me, then I'm screwed...
I've also got this cracking joke running through my head, but the whole thing is spoiled by my inability to remember the punchline. - Kit