Yesterday was strange. The firm working on the ground floor of the building told all their staff at 9am that they were out of a job. They had all packed up and gone by 10am. Unbelievable. You saunter into work, concerned about the fact that you haven't brought a sandwich, and you've got sticky notes all over your computer reminding you of things you have to do - and then you're told that your life as you know it is all over! I think it should be illegal to treat people like that.

On the plus side, the ground floor is now available! Spoke to Boss, and suggested we move in there - and, he agreed! So excited that we may go downstairs. Much as I love the views, I could always buy a postcard and have it framed on my desk. I want to be downstairs! I hate the 4th floor, the creaking lift, and the constant fire alarms.

Boss is off to Spain again tomorrow, and I am taking next week off. I am babysitting at the weekend, but, after that, the world's my lobster! Pevensey Bay, I think....