I am by nature a revolutionary, yet in reality you will mostly find me watching a conflict from my armchair. In our family we are armchair athletes, religiously watching the Olympics and experts in all disciplines. Armchair tennis players,watching Wimbledon with the dedication and discipline of Andy Murray (There are always strawberries.) and confirmed armchair Generals. There is no war anywhere in the world my father has not settled down in fatigues to watch on Sky News moment to moment.
So when a whisper of revolution circulated the Hall of Plenty, I surprised myself. Trapped in an atmosphere of over heated consultants, tormented by the current heatwave and bound by the polyester that ties us to our counter, the thought of storming the boiler room on mass was pretty attractive, I can tell you.
The heat is killing us even with the doors open.
Unfortunately, somebody pointed out that if qualified workers could not get more than an unenthusiastic waft out of the air-con, we with our experience in face tweaking, nail painting and excessive knowledge of colour combining were highly unlikely to improve the situation.
So we must bear up, not move too fast in case our outfits flare up in the heat and use a lot of store stationary to fashion make shift fans.
Customers, drifting through in their maxi dresses dragging along their husbands with fallen arches who insist on wearing flip flops (UGLY. Men's feet, especially pale ones, look like a massive arse in a g-string when they wear flip flops.)could do more to help.
Mainly by not saying,'Oooh your not closing are you?' on a sunny Bank Holiday, at the end of a long shift, almost causing the consultants to faint with dehydrated rage.
Seen as it's Easter and quite a time for all religious peoples, hows about some one performing a miracle on our air conditioning?
