WCP

To the office. The big WCP letters greet me as I walk towards the building. The usual stand-ups and planning sessions fill the morning: most of the time, I occupy one of the so-called ‘phone booths’, talking to screens before lunch. The afternoon is better as we review the work in rooms with more space.

In the evening, there are some drinks for a colleague, who is leaving. I didn't work with him but chatted briefly while we stood outside, Dear Grace.

I stayed out too late, given that I have things to do tomorrow. I walked through the door just before midnight when I decided to eat toast and marmite.