There are some strange things occurring outside our digital media agency's window in Canary Wharf at the moment. And by strange we don’t mean the gust of seagulls mysteriously appearing during a full moon, the seal rearing his head every two months, or the teenagers standing by the station every day telling us who we look like (I’m the fat man from Family Guy apparently). And we are used to the ephemeral car sales rooms, the golf courses made out of (fake unfortunately) £50 notes and the people in tents filming our ‘time-saving ideas’.

(Well it’s Tuesday, but we were busy moving on Monday.)

We’ve moved offices again. This time just around the corner to number 7 Heron Quays. Monday involved a lot of lifting, walking up stairs and general flailing; as we hoped to be rescued by some big butch men with trolleys/hoists/piano wheels (we don’t have a piano, but piano wheels sounded like a good idea until we realised we had four flights of stairs to clamber up…)