New short story up at The Grey Scribe with a historical twist, as promised.
We’ve been to The Office today. In this Office there was Orange-shirt-and-slightly-gay panicking because all his work had disappeared from My Documents. Pure panic attack averted when Slim-and-assertive told him just to turn the computer off then on again (note from Him Who Knows: never, EVER do this. Ever. The Gods of IT will haunt you forever). Sensible-but-nice did the sensible thing and sat by, eating chocolate.
We were ably assisted by Spikey-haired-and-friendly.
Someone ought to write a comedy about this. It would make millions.