It's still unbearably hot in the offices but at least it is now getting no hotter. T.Aldous is in my good books after playing a blinder over the weekend.
Apparently, a few people had a good old moan at him on Friday about the heat.
"I don't know why people didn't ring us on Thursday to complain. They had a contact number for us,"
he tells me. Quite what difference that would have made I don't know: it was tropically hot all last week, including the days when Policy Team were immured in their den like so many panting meerkats. Anyway, he took it to heart and tried to chase up the problem with the corporation buildings maintenance wallahs, who make Lotus eaters look like trippy dragonflies. As one should expect he got nowhere: waiting for parts, should arrive in six to eight weeks, then will be added to the engineer's work schedule... yaddah yaddah yaddah.
On Saturday he had a brainwave and emailed the director of buildings maintenance saying that he'd heard a rumour that the situation had been reported to the union as a health and safety issue.
This morning at nine an engineer appeared as if by magic and has switched off the heaters and given the chillers enough of a new lease of life as to be able to produce nearly 10% of its nominal output, enough to keep us the right side of eighty Fahrenheit.
He can do it when he can be arsed.