And we're off...

It was the end of an era on Friday last when we moved out of our Hill Street office. Yes, the tears were tripping us as we realised that no longer would we be able to nip round to the Duke of York for a quick sherbert on the sly. Or pop into our favourite Cafe for two soups and a convivial smile.  So in order to overcome our sadness, we got stuck into the work.

And while most of us knuckled down to the backbreaking work of bagging, lifting, shifting, grunting and swearing, others... well... typed.

 

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