No sooner had I completed my previous entry, than the fire alarm above my desk started ringing. Not only did the brazen report scare the life out of me, but it also meant we had to go to the fire assembly point. In the middle of the Lawn. In the pouring rain.
We stood there for ten damned minutes before the alarms shut off. At this point my boss and I decided that enough was enough, and headed back in. Now my hair’s ruined (it’ll dry frizzy and ‘orrible), mys shoes are squelching, and my clothes aredamp and uncomfortable.
Mar-fething-velous.
TTFN
