Just One Damned Thing After Another

Exactly thirty minutes later we stood outside the door. Time is important in our organisation. If you can’t even get to an appointment in your own building on time, they argue, you’re not going to have much luck trying to find the Battle of Hastings.

‘Yes,’ he said, resigned. ‘Show me a cup of tea and I’ll show you at least two historians attached to it.’

Thinking carefully is something that happens to other people.

In seconds, I had forgotten all about him. I know – attention span of a tea bag.

I fell in love with the Library, which, together with the Hall, obviously constituted the heart of the building. High ceilings made it spacious and a huge fireplace made it cosy. Comfortable chairs were scattered around and tall windows all along one wall let the sunshine flood in.

‘Go straight up the drive and through the front door. You can’t miss it.’
A bit over-optimistic there. I once got lost on a staircase.

‘What did you say?’

’s a bit depressed, so we’re off to ply him with alcohol before he loses the will to live. Coming?’