The hum and grind of the printer trying to staple 400 documents, the tap of keyboards, and the intermittent muttered oaths and curses of colleagues as they get on with their day-to-day work. And I'm hoping that sometime soon, one of them is going to ask me if I want any lunch fetching from the supermarket... some hope.

I'm listening to PMQT. Rock on!

A presentation given by students at a posh 'do' at the top of Canary Wharf tower :) Nobody's asking any questions.

My colleague, typing. And the distant waft of Christmas CDs from the adjacent office.

An episode of the Simpsons I've got on the DVD player. (The joys of working at home.)