I feel a strange spherical object in the pocket of my dressing gown. It turns out to be a blueberry. How does it get there? I am in the the habit of preparing our breakfast fruit, before taking cups of tea upstairs, first thing in the morning. The blueberry must have jumped off the kitchen work surface into my pocket.
On the platform a working girl is talking into a mobile telephone. It is clear that she is offering public relations advice. After a while she concludes her conversation and walks down the platform while she makes a new call. "I took an executive decision," she is saying. "I've written the cards..." The world is her office.
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