I was seconded to the office of a large mill – well known for producing a particularly luxurious moquette fabric that was sold world wide. It was a family affair now run by 3rd and 4th generation. There was a delightful atmosphere of gentility “up at big ‘house” a phrase universally used for the offices now occupying the original family house at the top of the road, facing down on the mill. Each Director had their own very comfortable and well appointed office, with mahogany furniture, huge book cases, comfortable moquette covered armchairs and neat coffee tables. Visitors were invited to take coffee and the secretary would arrive promptly with a tray adorned with an exsquisite bone china service. Today’s offices seem stark and bare of emotion and feeling. The need to be easily cleaned is a factor – as is cheapness of supply. We’re never likely to return to the splendour I experienced for that brief period and no more will the words ring out “They do things proper up ‘here”. . .