<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Tiedash on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tiedash/</link><description>Recent content in Tiedash on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tiedash/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>On a Hot Summer Day</title><link>/stories/2005/08/20/on-a-hot-summer-day/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/20/on-a-hot-summer-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;On a Hot Summer Day by tiedash
 
Yesterday afternoon, I felt so relieved that
I had finished an eight day shift at the hospice where I work and was going
to be off for the next couple of days. Where I work is an old Victorian
building, doesn&amp;rsquo;t have any air conditioning and is really hot making it
very uncomfortable for staff and patients alike, apart from those who feel
it necessary to be wrapped up all year round. I have a love/hate relationship
with heat, so I was pleased when I left the building and got out into the
open air.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>