Sum Ifs
It was a terribly confusing day. I woke up cold. I turned the heating on. A couple of hours later my flatmate yelled at me to turn the heating off.
My predicament was being discussed on the BBC Breakfast show. I was informed, by the expert on the show, that women feel colder than men because they have more surface area, and for some other convoluted evolutionary reason. I recorded this gem of information for an occasion that might call for it.
I heard some rumours about some political fun. There was a big summit conference on in Washington. The Indian PM and the Pakistani President had sneaked out to grab a coffee. The moment was awkward. If Sidhu were commenting on the situation, he would have mentioned something about cutting the tension with a knife.
The pinnacle of politeness that he is, the Indian PM offered, “Latte?”
The Pakistani President nodded.
They got talking, and shared notes on the best mughlai restaurant in town. A lot can happen over coffee, I suppose.
Occupy London was in full swing outside my office. I was desperately trying to make a ‘sumifs’ function work in excel (without much success). My eyes were heavy. I was still in holiday mode three weeks after my two week holiday. I saw some tents outside. Would they protesters let me take a snooze in their tents? A quick half an hour power nap?
My predicament was being discussed on the BBC Breakfast show. I was informed, by the expert on the show, that women feel colder than men because they have more surface area, and for some other convoluted evolutionary reason. I recorded this gem of information for an occasion that might call for it.
I heard some rumours about some political fun. There was a big summit conference on in Washington. The Indian PM and the Pakistani President had sneaked out to grab a coffee. The moment was awkward. If Sidhu were commenting on the situation, he would have mentioned something about cutting the tension with a knife.
The pinnacle of politeness that he is, the Indian PM offered, “Latte?”
The Pakistani President nodded.
They got talking, and shared notes on the best mughlai restaurant in town. A lot can happen over coffee, I suppose.
Occupy London was in full swing outside my office. I was desperately trying to make a ‘sumifs’ function work in excel (without much success). My eyes were heavy. I was still in holiday mode three weeks after my two week holiday. I saw some tents outside. Would they protesters let me take a snooze in their tents? A quick half an hour power nap?
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