Damper than a runner's gusset

What an absolutely shitty day.
I had to check the calendar this afternoon to see if it was, as I suspected, still the middle of August. Can you believe how cold and wet today has been? We had the heating on in some parts of the buildings today. Don’t be feeling sorry for me though – I’m feeling much better after my bout of non-Covid coronavirus, and rather pleased to be back at work. Not that today has been a barrel of laughs on the employment front either. As you can imagine, there were many holidaymakers who were not best pleased that their long-awaited trip away to ‘The Sunniest Site in Suffolk’ was being spent wearing coats and jumping over puddles. I had to explain several times that we are not responsible for the weather, but some people always need to moan at someone when things don’t go how they want them to, I guess.
A curious side-effect of my little chesty/throaty/achey week of woes – my voice seems to be a lot deeper now than it was 10 days ago. I sound gravelly, masculine and echoey. I might try and get some work as a voice-over guy for film trailers. I’ve been in this job for 6 months now, so it’s probably time for a change.…

RC 17-8-21