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From the arrangement and form of various elements protruding from underneath the bubble-wrap it is possible to conject that the object concealed within is a wheelbarrow, though why it's wrapped in bubble-wrap and stored outside our pikeyshoutythumpymusic under-neighbour's back door is another mystery. Similarly the only sensible conclusion to jump to concerning the "GAS" crime-scene-style tape is that he stole the wheelbarrow from the people who were working on some sort of gas-pipe-related emergency round the corner last week, who were digging holes in order to attend to gas-pipes and would have possibly have had need of a wheelbarrow. It all seems quite unlikely, though. I believe under-neighbour to be at least partially employed as some form of heating/aircon/plumbing operative so it's possible it could be connected to that, though why he would keep it just outside his back door is still unexplained. Perhaps he's just using it as an ashtray for when he has a bunch of mates round to listen to thumpy nngn-chih music on sunny afternoons, luckily curtailed when they sped off unnecessarily fast in some form of lightly-chavved-up car.

It didn't rain later but clouded up sufficiently to make a bicycle-trundle possible without being fried about the face, neck and arms. In order to be able to walk around safely earlier I'd had to wear an actual shirt with arms and a neck to prevent burnings, albeit an extremely easily-creased flaxen relaxed holiday-shirt with various brownish blodges on it from when it sat in the washing machine once for too long after a wash had ended with a new dye-sodden dark-coloured item. As shirts go it (and its similar but unstained colleague in the wardrobe) is very comfortable but is probably too casual-looking to be possible to wear to work even though it has a collar and everything. Despite the current slight tension surrounding work dress codes I took in my sandals last week and was considering attempting to sneak some not-proper-work-trousers-but-relatively-smartish linen trousers in under the desk to make the summer less deeply unpleasant. I discovered a small section of office in which there was the faintest touch of cool breeze from the inadequate ventilation systems but it unfortunately occurred a couple of feet from two of the lest pleasant desks rather than anywhere near mine.