As I was vacuuming down the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there...
No prizes for guessing what my hot activity was just a few minutes ago. What better way to warm up?
Tomorrow keeping warm will not be such a problem - the employer will take care of it for a few hours at least. I am valiently sacrificing my day off to work shifts. Handsomely paid overtime of course; but one has to be paid handsomely if one is going to slide down the hill before 8.30 in the morning.
I really can't wait for this next week to be over.
Take me there!
Anyway, you may be wondering what the link is. I typed a search for the poem the opening line is cribbed from, and the first site that came up was "stock images of businessmen walking down the stairs together". I never realised that there were so many subgenres of reenactment, nor so many people keen to have depictions of business people carefully walking down stairs. I thought they just wanted footage of people's sensibly shod feet walking down corridors, hands dialing telephones, slags partying in trashy night clubs and beanied white men holding up service stations.
Well, now we all know something new.
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