“I'm being stupid,I know. Andy, I'm really sorry about the steelworks job. I feel pretty bad about it.” Baillie said quietly.
“Pfft. Don't.” Andy dragged Baillie onto his knee. “Steve's good, but I'm better. He'll can only get so far, then he'll hand it over. Anyway it gives me chance to get that cesspit of an office sorted out. I spend weeks sorting out other people's systems and our own are dropping to bits.” He hugged Baillie. “Now then. We've time for a quickie before I replace your fans.”
“Are you talking to me or the computer?” Baillie sniggered.
“It's not my randy computer that needs the fans, it's yours.” Andy rolled his eyes. “Come on then, sort out the three inch floppy.”
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