my new working place, featuring electricity.
But nothing comes for free,
so I find myself enjoying the layout of a mini poster,
then changing everything to suit the manager’s idea’s of a cool publicity.

Anyway, it is so hot I moved down one floor, now sitting with the new fridge -cold beer within reach- in a 2x2m wooden shack, with a continuously farting stallion for a neighbour.
It’s the kind of heat that dries your washes in an hour.