London has been drenched for the last couple of days, so when I took a call from the office this morning, I wasn’t surprised to be told, “I’m standing in a puddle”.

“So, stop dallying around outside and get to work. Sheesh”, I replied, with my usual cheery tones. I’m always cranky before the first coffee of the day. “If you loiter outside the office, the nice policemen will start asking questions.” Our office is situated in the middle of Soho inconveniently (or conveniently depending on your perspective) to some of the more louche establishments in the area.

“You don’t understand, I am inside. I’m standing in the office. In a puddle.”, came the reply. Not the words you want to hear.

I had visions of wading through the office in a pair of wellies, holding various bits of electrical equipment upside down to drain out the water. Fortunately, it was nothing like that bad. All, I can say is, don’t ever take the rubber feet off your computer boxes. Those critical few millimeters meant our office machines stayed nice and dry.

So, apologies if we’re a touch slow in replying to emails today or you’ve found it difficult to send a fax to us this morning. We’re drying out now, and aside from the smell of damp plaster and a tendency for the office to become a sauna the second the windows are closed, we’re back to normal.