Well, don't worry, we're back now! And all the work is safe!
This morning we were evacuated from our office having ignored the quiet whimper of our inept fire alarm (we shall be enquiring about this!). Why is it that on any given friday at 11 o'clock, no matter how prepared you are, the fire alarm test never ceases to shock you out of your morning daze with the menace of a Joey Barton training disagreement and louder than a Mr Motivator lycra leotard? On the upside it removes the weekly yearning for a sky dive or bungee jump, instead spending our adrenhaline reserves on pretending to be unaffected by the aural assault from our lovely landlords.
But today was different! Today there came a faint murmer from somewhere in the depths of Houldsworth Mill. An alarm as arresting as the tone you hear from a forgotten handset down the back of an old sofa. Oh, we heard it (just about), but assumed someone had got themselves stuck in the lift again, and muttered about the 12 flights of stairs we would have to exit by at the end of our day as a result.
And so it came something of a surprise when our door burst open and we were evacuated from the building. I grabbed the essentials - car keys, laptop, phone and a bowl of Kelloggs All Bran - and we headed down the stairs and outside, greeted by firemen who spent the next half hour playing.
And then with the kind of inevitable anticlimax of an England team heading out of a major competition, the firemen had had enough of this non-event and we all returned to our computers...and started writing blogs!
• POSTED BY JAMES