A rather chippie individual's come to visit T.Aldous.
"I guess this is where old ladies come to die," he chaffs.
We corrected him promptly:
"No. This is where dreams come to die."
He went up to the third-floor meeting room. Passing through the staff lobby he spotted the notice that was put up during the wet business in January.
"Bloody hell, how bad was the flooding round here?"
"We don't often get floods so when we get one we don't muck about."
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