Wonderful, wonderful, oh most wonderful... Cafe Penguin is no more, and we have finally returned home to the open arms of Penguin Towers, on the lovely, lovely Strand. Lots of pre-moving anxiety (constructive comments ranging from "People will pity how awful our desks are" to "There's no natural light! We'll become Morlocks!" have, of course, turned out to be utterly unfounded) became joy at returning to somewhere that actually had running water. No more shoes sticking to the pavement of Brick Lane on a Monday morning, no more lack of access to banks, post offices, key cutters, shoe menders, pharmacies, dry-cleaners and our Penguin canteen, no more cut cables, random fire alarms, extreme temperatures and the World's Most Awful Lifts... Instead, we are in the glittering new offices, hand-crafted by tiny literary robots to suit our every whim. We've only been here four hours (who doesn't enjoy a late start on a Monday morning?) and already our computers work, our phones dial out, and our files have somewhere to live. I feel a little bit like weeping for joy, so I might just ride up and down in our lifts for a little while to celebrate.
Sam the Copywriter
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