A curious sound emanated from the end office, home of my MD. It sounded like a cry of anguish crossed with an attempt to wrestle a dinosaur into submission.
We all looked at each other.
‘She’s working on the company website,’ said Paul, the rights manager, who’s nearest and can just about see what’s on her monitor if he gets the opera glasses out.
‘Ah, that explains it, then,’ we all replied, and got back to work.