So, then...

This is summer then ?

I can't believe we're in July.

Where's the sun, the heat, the chicks in the briefest of mini-skirts ?

There's none of that on Les Champs, ohhh noooo.

It's all grey, wet and dull.

Not particularly propice to leaving the office for a wander and a gander.

I stay put and don't budge from the moment i arrive till the moment i leave, having to listen to BoyIdiot's new shoes farting up and down the corridoor.

On another note, MissusBosswoman is still in Italy because he father has had a bit of a bad turn with his heart, apparently.

My sympathies go out to her.