You'll have to excuse the chirpier than usual tone. I am in love and it has skewed my judgement so much I am going to the works Christmas party this year - for the first time ever! Younger members of staff are reeling back when they hear this news, as they realise that there'll be dancing with someone old enough to be their mother and - gulp - what if she has one too many dry sherries and tries a Christmas kiss? Ha! Let 'em sweat.

We have moved offices since I last wrote and have entered into guerrilla warfare with the new facilities people. (Yes, even in love my boundless good humour only lasts a paragraph.) This is a group of people who bring a whole new meaning to the phrase "lowering our standards". Why they think members of staff walking around in coats and balaclavas to counteract the over-enthusiastic air cooling system is acceptable, I do not know.

A colleague tried to make the best of it and kept telling people she was having a Kate Moss moment when she had to wear her parka in order to do the filing (no, our document management system still isn't up and running. Yours?). What we all rushed to point out is that Kate doesn't usually team up the parka with a bobble hat.

Have any of you tried typing in gloves? It took me nigh on an hour to get through eight emails. Ridiculous state of affairs.

Productivity has taken a nosedive to the point where it's lower than the level set by the facilities people (bitter and twisted, moi?). We all spend time swapping stories of how there's no paper in any of the loos, the water coolers are dry, and there's a dead mouse in the office of one of the senior managers. The top brass were not amused when someone went out and bought a bunch of flowers from the local service station and taped it to the table leg just above the redundant rodent.

But the new layout does encourage us to talk to one another rather than email, which is a good thing. Too much of a good thing, actually. Glass walled offices are very distracting for those of us inside pretending to work and very tempting to anyone walking down the corridor ("Hi, saw you sitting there and just thought I'd pop in and say hello…" 16 times in a morning).

We also have a masseur who comes in about every 6 weeks and who at the old building worked in a small meeting room that was completely private. We are now egging each other on to book the first appointment with her in the new offices…

However, the high point for me is that I have changed roles and changed teams and I am working with a group of great colleagues - intelligent, funny, creative and supportive. As with most jobs, it's the people who make it happen in every sense of the word and I think I am very lucky to have both interesting work and interesting people to work with. We have been literally hysterical with laughter on one occasion and seem to spend an inordinate amount of time talking about food (we have so much grub lying about that I now call our office "Aisle 3") but it all leads to some good, solid, thoughtful work of which we can be proud.

I hope that wherever your office is, whether you celebrate Christmas or not, and whether Rentokil need to be called in, you have a wonderful year end and come back to 2006 resolving not to diet and with a fetching bobble hat, ready for the next time the heating switches off.