My arse. There is green visible through the window of the wee room where we’re having our tea breaks. It’s probably trees, it’s maybe some plastic sheeting over oil drums. It’s probably a good thing the window’s vandalised. It does lend an air of working in (not on) the film vesion of 1984 to our current contract though.
But, the whole squad is here, and it’s been a year since we were all on the same job together. It’ll be banter armageddon until the job is done, and that’ll be a life saver. 12 hours a day until we’re clear.
Aye, so nae ootdoors for another week or so. That’s good though, ah widnae want it to become habit.
Who am I kidding? As if.