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Always Ask Permission
I didn’t hear the first, discrete tap on the door. I was too taken up with the view from my balcony. It was an untypical English summer’s day. Blue from horizon to horizon and the temperatures well over what we normally enjoy. Spread out before me was a vista of fields and trees. The patchwork of neatly, but randomly divided land, with hedges and the occasional small copse. But my mind was elsewhere today. I could focus on little beyond the low boundary wall of the garden. My attention was on...