I owe an apology for the infrequency of blog posts here over the last few weeks.
We have moved office, trebled our London-based staff and begun work on some huge new accounts.
In the meantime both my beloved stepfather John Clater and my grandmother Désirée (aka Dorny) Rogers became ill and died. Dorny was 102. She was a vinegary old lady, who had a nasty (but often hilarious) word for everyone. “The Internet is really ghastly, isn’t it?” she would say to me by way of greeting. “Well, Granny …” I would begin.
I will miss them both greatly.
