Spent quite furious morning reproducing work. Mrs Payne knocked at door with coffee on serving trolley again, and before had time to say,
"By the by, do you know there's more marks..", had quite shut door in her face.
Worked solidly until lunchtime, at which sat in silent annoyance as Mrs Payne said with sorrow, was terribly sorry had lost work, had asked the world web on other half's computer, but didn't answer on where work was. Did I suppose the world web had stolen it?
Stalked back to work without reply, leaving Mrs Payne exclaiming to other half,
"I say! I think the world web is a scoundrel!".