I woke up this morning and thought to myself well bugger me, it's a bit chilly. It turns out that this morning was the coldest morning in Sydney in 21 years. Ridiculous! Global fucking Warming it's supposed to be called. (I guess we lucked out and got Climate Change instead.)
Anyhoo. Aside from the airconditiong in the building, we have an additional heater going. I'm sorry about the environment, really I am, but this building is cold and it's either the heater or I set fire to my desk. I can now comfortably report that my toes are starting to defrost. I've also passed the second coffee point, and my boss here at the Big Christian Charity just bought me a cherry danish.
(And can I just say, people enough with the food already! I'm beginning to feel like I'm being fattened up for human sacrifice. Christians, I ask you, do you guys still do that stuff? Frankly I'm worried.)
So, warm toes, caffeine and a belly full of cherry danish as it turns out is a perfect recipe for satisfaction. Well, perhaps not perfect. Throw in a bit of 'under desk action' from John Barrowman and that would be perfect. Simple pleasures.