Hell freezes over

It was 36 degrees here today, which is hot. (I feel sort of obliged to find out what that is in Fahrenheit — and also to see if I spelled Fahrenheit correctly — but I am going to do neither of those things.) Hot. Is what it was. But only outside. Because inside my office, the air conditioning is set at a level which would make even an Eskimo draw his fur-lined hood a little bit closer round his neck. The two people who overheat easily somehow get full say over the temperature, leaving the rest of us who have fully functional internal thermostats to quietly pull on jackets or hunch a bit closer to the laptop screen. I am not impressed with lugging a jacket into work with me on even the sunniest days. Those who cannot control their internal temperatures should suffer, rather than us fully functioning types. That is all.