I'd never claim to deal well with heat...

But this is taking the piss:

That's our back room. In the sun.

This is my 'office', or the room of melting Kates:

Dear god it's hot here. Far to hot. Look, even Aroha is wilting.

I should be working, but trying to get my brain even remotely into gear is like trying to pour treacle out of a fine bore tube. I've actually had a pretty good day - I think - I've been in charge of the bay again; and actually done a fair job of running things. Of course, I got to hand over and I didn't know how high someone's high potassium is (silly Kate); and there's a couple of people who's histories are a bit messy on the hand over sheet - and I fluffed'em a bit. But hey, I'm not yet registered. And if I don't get these assignments written I won't be.

Please, please make it less hot.

I actually had something intelligent to say when I left work; oh, aye, I was going to wave people's noses at this - which I'm studiously not going to comment on - except to suggest that you might then want to go here.

*sighs*

Still, incidentally, looking for a job. Should anyone need a nurse I'm your girl.