Like my fathers come to pass

I give you. 

Lunchtime Blipping. 

My rather attractive atomiser for the plants in my office. 

K gifted me this, along with several other amazing things, and I am slowly utilising them all. 

I impressed everyone by spraying the plant and washing the windows at the same time. 

The sun has dropped in the sky, and whilst I love having my blinds open to the word, come 1230hrs, I cannot see anything (Unless it is cloudy in which case that is fine) 

Weirdly-  as it gets colder and the sun streams in the window, it kicks my heating on to Santise mode.   I am currently bereft of my cardi (which was needed for the walk up the hill in the drizzle this morning), and seriously contemplating using atomiser on me. 

This must be what Menospaus is like.  I am flushing like a flushing thing.  A bit pink about the gils, and holding my elbows out so that my arm pits don't pool 

I've tipped the blinds down now, in the hope that while the room recognised the damp and darkness of the gloom, it switches back to "freeze yer balls" setting. 

You can't win.