Angus has used the time freed up by lockdown to set up a little AI Company. Presidents Day in the US catches him by surprise. Everyone, including the bearded statisticians in Charlottesville, are taking the day off. When did Presidents Day become a thing ? However, the bright young folks who write algorithms and collate data trees in a London warehouse are working. The young woman who runs the show is no longer breast feeding. Angus wonders if Miss Manners would consider breast feeding while video conferencing is an intimacy too far ? The algorithm folk take it in turns to visit their office. Never more than three of them in at a time. The rest, the vast majority, work from home. Home working is proving to be such a success that they're thinking of scaling back their office space. If they reduce the floorspace they rent by 50% they can afford to increase everyones salary by $20k a year, boost their profits and set aside money for post lockdown quarterly morale building trips to exotic places. The cost of providing the state of the art systems and software to maximize home working has cost them $4,500 a head. Seems somethings will never quite be the same. It also seems that productivity has increased and that most folks haven't 'abused' the system.
Sophie is hoisted onto the grooming table for a thorough once over. After thirty minutes we reach that mutually agreed cross over point where squirming and wailing make further progress impossible. We agree to call it quits until another day. Sophie makes it quite plain what she thinks about this interruption to her routine.