We’ve just moved into our swank new office this week. Up until now, we were renting an office in a serviced office building, but with the funding and growth plans, we’d outgrown their biggest space. In fact, for the last few weeks, we were renting two offices there. Now, we’re rattling around a bit with about twenty people in a space that’s big enough for fifty.
Quite apart from the fact that he’s wasn’t English, never visited the country, and obviously didn’t kill any dragons, St George’s Day is still something that polite society has more or less nothing to do with.
Yesterday morning, my usual route to work around the docks was cordoned off with ‘POLICE DO NOT CROSS’ tape. A neighbour told me that she thought someone had been murdered, but I didn’t know any more.