Open plan office in a 1970's blockhaus in Harlow. No plants. Crap tea/coffee available free from crap tea/coffee machine. Better stuff available from on-site caff, but as it is a Starmucks franchise I am obliged to blank it mightily.
Not-free full English available Fridays only, but there's a problem with the cooking ranges ATM, so tomorrow there will be no beans, MUSHROOMS or fried eggs chiz.
There is a shop in Harlow Town station (which is a trek over a couple of car parks away) where you can pay six quid for a packet of tabs and obtain stocks of those peculair-to-the-railways sandwiches which are kept fresh by being washed once a week.
I have a "lovely" view of the car park; normally there is a red Ford Ka convertible bang opposite, which reminds me of a baboon's arse. However, today there is a Nissan pickup, which is even uglier.