I've nothing to say, but it's Ok

I've nothing really to write today, no picture to illustrate what I've been doing. (Above is Canary Wharf where I went for a meeting and co-incidently where my brother used to work. He also worked in the building in Swiss Cottage where I work now. This photo has nothing to do with the following text).  I've been to see a couple of properties but really I need to contact a mortgage advisor to see how much money they'd lend me before my dreaming gets the better of me.  I'd love to have my own place though. It's about time. I think about this a lot at work. You need things to think about to find a reason for all the small ridiculous tasks you're meant to do.

What is it with the modern office environment? They're forever offering you cake. Everybody's always celebrating something, or someone's neighbour has brought round a cake for someone. Then you get an email about it. I was on the phone today and a piece of cake appeared on my desk. I felt ungrateful but I didn't want it so I threw it away. 

Outside of the office I keep bumping into Talya. Last week she was waiting outside Waitrose for a Nun. That's what she said, and then a bus stopped and the Nun appeared. On the Saturday before last she was on the tube making her way to Brighton with a friend (she's one of those people who has millions of friends and you never see the same one twice) to play some rare musical instruments at a festival. 

June already, it's scorching hot outside, I need to get moving.