"One week off. The trick, see, is to balance it at the time where not only the Sun is high but the workload is too. That way, you get to enjoy the weather and skive the work," Zaf concluded, propping his feet up on his desk.
"Oh really? What if you take your week off and when you get back there's even more work than before?" questioned Jo.
"That is when late-night drinking comes in handy."
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"Sunshine, yes. Very good for my garden," commented Malcolm as a shard of light pierced the forgery suite. He had been mumbling to no-one in particular but Ros happened to be walking past and offered a response.
"And the garden is a good place to enjoy a cup of tea? Although, the very notion of drinking a hot drink on a hot day is beyond me."
"A day is never too hot for tea," said Malcolm defensively, unsure as to whether blush at Ros' small smile or match it with one of his own.
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"Air conditioning is the most pointless invention ever to have been inflicted upon this modern world in which we live. It simply propels the stifling air towards you at a higher velocity. Whenever some bright young spark invents a device to chill the air in the room first before swishing it about I will be the first person to invest it in, I tell you."
"Or... you could just open the window?" Adam demonstrated, pushing up the glassy frame in the archives for Harry's approval.
"And now we shall be subjected to insects of every variety. I think I'll stick with the air-con, or excuse of. I'm telling you, the next time HR come round trying to check on our wellbeing I will let them know that my wellbeing is being seriously compromised by the stuffiness of our working environment."
"And the stuffiness of our workers," Adam dared to comment with a grin.
"If you were to fall out of that window, Adam, I could make it look like an accident, you know." Harry's eyes didn't move from the file he was now reading.
"Message received and understood."