"Do you know what today is?" asked my Mum at lunchtime.
"14th of April," I replied.
"Get-Your-Legs-Out Day," she said. She's taken to finding out facts from Wikipedia and then challenging my Dad and I to see what we know about them. The other day we had to name ten books by Charles Dickens. I tried sneaking in The Origin of Species, but she was having none of it.
"Someone's made that up!" I protested, referring to 'Get-Your-Legs-Out-Day'. There was no way I was going back to work in shorts, although some of my colleagues would have no hesitation. In fact, one or two of them wear knee-length shorts in the depths of winter. That's software developers for you.
I found myself wandering back past the lake. The fountains were bursting with colour, catching the sun as they poured mellifluously back into the water. The sky was a perfect, cloudless blue and the air was warm with sunshine. All across the bank, there were people with rolled up trousers and shirts, sprawled over the grass. Sunlight glinted from the corners of their sunglasses and illuminated their pasty white limbs against the grass. My Mum was right, I thought.
The air from the fan was pounding into my hot face. I closed my eyes and tried to work out how fast it was spinning from the sound it made as the blades rotated. It was difficult to open them again. I was thinking about nifty ways to slice a hard-boiled egg when I remembered where I was and went back to my desk.
I might stay indoors tomorrow.
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