9:45am. You know what’s funny? This morning as I left, three blokes were snooping around the car park, obviously planning what havoc they can wreak during the forthcoming renovations. What walls they can knock down without the whole place falling down, etc. And parked outside? A BMW, of course.
4:08pm. Mr Speakerphone is at it again, but now he’s phoning a doctor and talking about an appointment for something or other. He closes his door whenever he has a meeting in there, but he leaves it open when shouting into a phone about his medical conditions. Do I want or need to listen to this? No. Music time again.
