So at the end of the day (once again kudos to the irksome PM for this saying), I was in my office. And then I remembered! The ones that have my back. I have a floor to ceiling, room width, book shelf that George made for my office (don't worry, in the event of an earthquake it is conveniently bolted to the wall so I don't get buried). In amongst all the books are my Guardians Of The Office - ie they who have my back and that have travelled from all different points of the globe. That I can always depend upon to be on the lookout for me, each and every day They have no choice do they?