We had a brief break from work this afternoon & managed to get to the pool between meetings. Its hot & humid. Think white man from the Welsh climate stuck inside a West African hospital & think sweaty. Then imagine a pool, with bar, shady brollies, and a cool breeze. Then the sun came out! A few more hours of this would be nice, we thought.
But no, the evil Steve dragged us away to yet another meeting via deathtrap with wheels. Maybe tomorrow? You’re not allowed to work on a Friday afternoon in the Gambia, are you?
