  Friday morning, I get into the office and am greeted by three people and the noise of two broken lights flickering away. Silence in this office is a rare commodity during the hours of 11 to 4 (when the rest of the office are present). More often than not, the sound of fourteen people working is quite noisy, but for now, there are only four of us in the office.
Ting working hard writing up her thesis, Mark P writing a paper and Mark E working on MatLab, headphones on. Right, I have work to do, and time to make the most of the silence before the hoards arrive. Back to work, with my head phones on to cut out the noise of the lights click click clicking... as they flicker away - note to self, email estates to get the lights fixed.
... Later, peace is shattered by the arrival of Ant singing 'We have the right to fight and to PARTY! ' Juan has arrived, and makes arrangements with me to take him noodle shopping. The boys are discussing when to go to the pub with comments about being hungry - very hungry. As Ant turns on James Browne and Sex Machine, we know that Friday morning has come to an end and welcome chaos for the end of the week. 
