It can get pretty draughty if you are positioned at one of the entrances to the gallery, where I work. Despite this, in six years, I have never once complained, until today.
Recently, the seat at the shop door has been moved to its ‘summer position’, four steps lower than the ‘winter position’, the latter protecting the sitter from the winter winds.
We have had some beautiful sunny days here in London lately, but the mornings have been particularly chilly.
I was positioned in the new ‘summer position’, when the gallery opened this morning. It was like being in a wind tunnel. I radio-ed my boss to ask if it was okay to move the seat back to the ‘winter position’.
I thought that I was absolutely frozen to the bone. Luckily, my boss came to the shop door and confirmed that, in fact, I wasn’t cold after all, so no need to move the seat.
When I went for lunch, the person who took over from me thought she was cold, too. Fortunately, she wasn’t.