Sticky and sultry. They've finally cut the grass. I can't see the difference from the last team of cowboys, we had. I think they were fobbing us off with the story that we had new contractors who were going to pick up the cut grass. The front door still needs to be washed where the debris has flown and stuck to it.
But after they had been and gone we had a letter through the door saying that the latest supervisor at the centre had gone. Jumped or pushed who knows, I know one thing, they don't keep them long. Staff turnover at Metropolitan must be horrendous. Mind you, it's not a job I could do, with some of the people they must have to deal with. We never really bother whoever is there, In the five years we've been here it's been minor things like the shower playing up once, or me falling in the bath. But I would imagine that some people are constantly complaining or in and out the office trying to find stuff out. Maybe that's why we don't keep anyone long!
Just another chilled day after our first weekend back, I had a couple of cards to make and I tried out my new stamps, dyalog is done. Air con is being used to it's max and that little fan that Anne bought me is a Godsend on my desk. Being the end bungalow means we get the lions share of the sun when it's out and because these places are so well insulated it hangs on to any heat.
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