If I have to listen to one more person at work moan about how bloody hot it is and that they wish they had booked the day off someone is going to get stabbed.
I get it. It's hot. You don't want to be in work. None of us do. Suck it up and get on with it.
It hit 35.7 degrees here today. And the whiners were right. It's bloody hot.
Dh is complaining. Because I got my nails done after work meaning I met him later than usual. And he only left work at 6. So couldn't go to the beach. not my fault
I'm now trying to sort shopping lists (because we have to go to the shop later on) dinner washing and some admin things. And he wants to go to the beach.
I've told him to go on his own.
Spends £35 nails. £7 on ice lollies and cold drinks for the miserys at work. Ungrateful fuckers.