We remember Angela. Swanning about the office dealing out smack-a-bo-bos and whipping Lawrence whenever he so much as looked up from his monitor, she ruled the office with an iron fist. One cheeky bottle of Pinot Grigio, nine expanding months and a tiny little Daykin later and poof - nowhere to be seen. Nowhere, that is, unless you attend time for rhyme, tumble tots, messy/soft/violent play or any other toddler group in the Sunderland area, in which case you'll know her well. Still in charge of payroll and finances, according to legend Angela trains mice to update Sage in the depth of night.