Smiling

Gorse Fox was troubled as he went to bed last night. The spreadsheet which had occupied most of the weekend seemed to have gone horribly wrong. As if from nowhere 17 additional configurations plonked themeselves into the calculations. Check as he did he could not find the cause... nor confirm the validity (or otherwise).

This morning a colleague returned from holiday. In a couple of words he solved the problem - he realised he had not stored the configurations with everything else and GF's spreadsheet had managed to dig them out and identify them. The spreadsheet was right after all. GF was vindicated and found it hard to wipe the smile off his face all afternoon.