So sorry about that. That's all right.

Amazing place. Welcome back.

Thank you. Welcome back to you too. It's ironic - were both back on the same day.

Although your reasons for being away were rather more...

important than my frivolous holiday. No...

It was fantastic though. You can't go wrong with Italy.

But how are you?

Really upset, actually, and sad about it.

That your father had died... Cos my father had died.

Yup. Anyway, shall we...?

We're upstairs.

..get a bit of a wiggle on, yes.

So, this is like a sort of governing mall.

There's actually a few problems.

The e-mail system isn't working and then the intelligent ventilation...

Intelligent ventilation?

At the moment we've got a wind tunnel in the asylum directorate.

Oh, no. Don't let any of those out as diary stories.

This is us.

Right. Bit too light and airy for my liking.

Oh, and these are awful. Do we have to have those?

They look like Alicia's Barbie furniture. Do you think they match?

Not with that dress. One of them'll have to go and I'd rather it was the sofas.

Oh, OK. Is this us? Yes, this is actually you.

Excuse me, isn't that David Dickinson? Ooh, nice tan!

I can't take all the credit, cos the sun did most of the work.

Not much privacy, is there?

We'll be moving upstairs in a week.

It's gonna be bloody hard to shoot up in there. Yeah, that's true.

It's just so pokey.

Hugh, we're not gonna be here long.

Hugh, Robyn's just given me the date for your appearance before the Education Select Committee -

it's tomorrow.

Oh, great(!) Oh, that is great. Yes, welcome home, Hugh.

Couldn't you have given me something a bit more cushy for my first week back?

A couple of lunches or a fact finder to Dublin or something?