It used to annoy me that my swivel chair didn't actually swivel. But today I feel joy from just sitting down.

After a week in the saddle cycling through the middle of nowhere, the sound of the photocopier shunting and collating is the sweetest thing. And the smell from the microwave and lunchtime coffees is heaven.

I am truly back in the office. My inbox is overflowing with 282 pieces of junk.

No time to sort through the e-mails though. This week, I'm the lynchpin for the sales team, as they're launching various new products.

'Viva la revolucion!', as they say in Cuba.

Until then, I'm going to sit tight in this comfy chair.