Every now and again you see them. The sallowy torso ascending, slowly, carefully. Then the legs. The hair flicked back behind ears. Eyes watchful of where feet in heels are put. Do not fall through the gap. Stand against the pillar. Put your hands behind your back. Look left. Head up. Chin down. Right. Snap. SIt. Snap. Pout. Snap. Look longingly at the creatives through the window. Snap.

No, not our beloved media team, nor - incredibly - our Race for Life team.

We are fortunate enough, here at Orchestra Towers, to live above Next Models. They and we are both fortunate to have a wonderful New Yawk style fire escape attached to the building we inhabit: the wonderful Morelands Building, just off Old Street, London. It is, let's be honest, one of the reasons we moved here - the fire escape, I add hastily, not the model agency. The kind of stairway Audrey Hepburn should be sat strumming Moon River. Well, on sunny days, it's also the kind of stairway that leads into Orchestra.