One of the great benefits of working in a creaky old Victorian building like most of ours is that you can always be sure of plenty of ventilation. Unlike the modern go-ahead mock-Gothic horror that is Helminthdale Library. We've been recycling the same stale air for more than a decade and a half and it tells. A day in here is like running uphill with your mouth full of old socks.
It wouldn't be so bad if we could open a window. Admittedly, it could be a lot more wholesome, mostly consisting as it does of bus fumes and damp shellsuits, but at least it would be a change. I can understand their not having opening windows in the Town Hall, given the real possibility of the Housing Benefit Team defenestrating at least one of their managers, but us?
Ah well... Oxygen masks at the ready lads!