So I came out of the office at lunchtime. The weather was hot and clammy. Overcast but humid and sweaty. Dust from nearby construction works and traffic fumes hanging on the air. A spicy aroma was wafting up from the Indian restaurant under Holborn Viaduct. It all reminded me very much of the feel of a big Indian city - Delhi or Calcutta. Imagine my surprise when I walked along Hatten Garden and saw a bloke with a turban and a long grey beard selling peacock feathers. Like, totally bizarre, what with all the jewellers lining the street and City workers walking about on their lunchbreaks. All in all, a very Mr Ben moment. I knew I shouldn't have walked through the stationary cupboard on my way out. I wonder where I'll end up tomorrow?