CALM BEFORE …

BACK IN BRAMHALL: it’s early, the car park’s empty, the sun’s shining, the sky’s blue, trees are budding, birds are singing, “all is calm, all is bright” (no, not the birds, just me borrowing a phrase) – so how do I know already that this is going to turn out to have been one crazily over-full day? And what would the Master say?

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