Milton and I are discussing T.Aldous' plans for budging Frog and myself to pastures new to create a new management area outside his office.
"The problem is," I say, "that I'm supposed to be going into the same part of the floor that he's already earmarked for Frog to move to so that he's got space for the two new sofas."
"Two new sofas?"
"That's the plan: two sofas outside his office for informal meetings."
"I'll be decidedly fucked off if he buys two new sofas at the same time as I'm not allowed to buy new desks for the public workstations in the new Roadkill Library."