A less-than-memorable day. The office was so boring and silent that I had to fight back the most tremendous urge to scream. Plus I found myself forced to blip something in Martin Place for the third day in a row- thought I'd got an interesting shot of a bike courier but when I looked at the image later I'd photographed him picking his nose. So the deformed pigeon-on-fountain shot will have to do.

After a long day, a few post-work drinkies and having being goosed by a very strange individual indeed, toddled off home to some therapy chocolate and a late night episode of Hustle.

God bless Lindt and the BBC.