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.