This is our last day in Unilever House. As from Monday we'll be moving into the building next door for 2 years while they disembowel this decco giant and stuff it full of metal, glass and plastic shit. I am sure it'll be spectacular when it's finished. Tomorrow I go down to the offices in Walton-on-Thames do help them finish off the warehouse upgrade, when it comes to money, the more the merrier, even if I have to travel to Surrey.

I spoke to Ulrika last night, she gave me her good news... she got a hot-shot job for a huge company in Götegorg. The perks of her job make mine seem pale in comparison, she racks up 6 weeks paid holiday - you have to love Sweden. She was worried about not being able to find work in her field, which is the quite a new and vague field of corporate event marketing (at least in Sweden). So good luck Ullis, knock 'em dead!

30 something and it starts taking shape. So do we now make a mad rush to own houses and kids before we're 40, decide that it's all too much and escape the city to live in the country, buy a tractor and look after the orchards? Let's hope so!