In these days of wireless working, you can never be sure where the person you are speaking to is located physically. So when Astragal made a call to the London office of Austin-Smith: Lord, he wondered if his interlocutor was enjoying a bracing Thameside stroll, so loud was the background sound of seagulls. But no, Astragal was indeed through to the office; the noise was just a particularly squeaky printer.
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