Back in the Maritim

Hello

Bonn is overcast and damp.

I just thought you'd like to know.

Whitehall, here we come

So farewell then, old Ergon House
You welcomed all – Toff, Chav or Scouse
We hot-desked well – We didn’t grouse
And now your time has gone

The light was bad, the space was cramped
But cyclists liked your curvy ramp
The Gentleman’s loos were always damp
And now your time has gone

And so to Whitehall Place we fly
Yes now it’s time to say goodbye
Please do forgive me if I cry
For now your time has gone

To the dogs

Went to Wimbledon last night. Had never been before. Seems pretty easy, really. I picked the winners of the first four races I bet on, losing badly in the 5th. Still, came out up on the night, which was nice.

That thing

What's the thing where you half-smile at someone you work with, but never speak to, but it isn't quite a smile because you don't actually know their name. What's that called?