Everyone’s ‘Everyday’ is different. Ours is a mixture of dashing around, jobs, medicines, appointments, work, school – oh just stuff. This is part of my everyday – this is where I work. It’s a really ugly building (when directing people to it, the instructions tend to be, “come out the station and look for the tall, ugly building, we’re in there”) and against a grey sky it’s incredibly bleak. The doors are really heavy (known affectionately by those who work there as prison doors) and inside it’s a tad institutional in the corridors but against a blue sky, well, it looks quite stunning – I think.