I am currently working in a bunker. It's not a real bunker, it's a metaphorical one.
If you want me to be accurate, I am working on a project in an office on my own so I won't be disturbed. It's been about a week now and I'm starting to crave human contact.
It turns out I might even like being disturbed. I even miss Fat Brian a bit.
Possibly it's the heat. There are certainly a lot of people walking past my window in skimpy clothes. It's as if they have never heard the expression "Cast ne'er a clout till May be out".
They're going to feel like big fools if it starts raining.
In fact, I hope it does rain. That'll teach them, the outside people, showing off with their "walking, not working."