The Big Stink

There was something wafting on the breeze over the South East last Friday. For the best part of the day it seemed that Indigo was the source of the country's noxious woes.

We released our very own Cyrano de Bergerac to track down the origin of the unpleasant odour and for once it was useful to have senior management with their head in the clouds. For the first few frustrating hours our bloodhound searched every nook and cranny (and cut a dubious pose or two) but drew a blank. Eventually though he discovered that it's not only the weather that turns warmer in Spring. It brings a tear to the eye to reveal that the body of a slowly decaying mouse was located, lying at rest on top of a ceiling tile - definitely not heavenly scent.