While I was chaining up my bike in the Centre House carpark, someone started talking to me.
This is never a good idea when I've just arrived at work. I'm swaddled in jumpers and scarves, and have Radio 4's Midweek With Libby Purves blaring into my ears, so it was a few seconds before the person got my attention.
But she seemed quite lovely, if rather better turned out than the average person you find hanging around in the BBC Bike Sheds. Floor-length leopard print coat, immaculate hair, nails you could hang the mona lisa on, and a warm orange glow.
Yes... it was TV's Jessica Wallace. And she was lost.
Wild child Kat Slater was looking for Mal Young's office. Discuss.