This is the tidiest that this place has been for years (at face value anyway, it's as bad as ever if you open any doors). Even so, the fire inspector is grim faced and spends the best part of an hour pointing out the obstacles that get in the way of anybody trying to leave the building in an orderly fashion for their lunch. The set of his jaw suggests that he doesn't fancy our chances in the event of fire. I won't have any problems, I'll be too busy trying to overcome the barricade of trolleys and boxes of CDs that Mary routinely leaves across my doorway.
Seth tries to relay the results to T.Aldous who, in typical fashion, blanks it completely:
"Have you made room in that corridor for those noticeboards?"