I had an interview today. Don’t get excited – it was with a recruitment agency. However, the woman who interviewed me was so confident that she could get me a job inside thirty days, she bet me a drink on it.

On it’s own, that sounds like a sociable enough offer – but it was the hottest day in weeks, and the humidity was unbearable, and the air conditioning in the offices had failed, so all the staff were sweltering in the heat and unfastening buttons and fanning some air around their embarrassingly visible wonderbras. Half a dozen female staff, covered with a fine sheen of sweat, just getting unbearably hot…

I was trying to fill in forms, for pity’s sake! “Experience” refers to previous jobs! I can remember my DfES reference number! I know I can! Oh no! The woman with the skirt on is using a fan to cool her legs! What’s my National Insurance number again?