Welcome Home
I walked up three steps outside the gloomy looking building into a hallway that was so, so typical of government owned properties, beige, tatty, threadbare cheap carpet, peeling paint and a noticeboard saying in directive terms what is not allowed. A glass screen opened beside me and a dowdy woman with blonde hair (greying roots) and ridiculous glasses with blue-tinted lenses peered myopically at me.“You, Tatton?”“No.”“Well, who are you then?”“I am Lady Emily Cawston-Tatton.”“Oh, pardon me, my...
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