David glanced furtively out the window.
The rain was slanting down.
The deep creases on his furrowed
Brow showed as he frowned.
He took a tentative sip of his tea:
Had Phil remembered two sugars?
Or had Robin substituted a packet of
Cornish Sea Salt once more?
If so, it would mean another needless
Round of British Military Fitness,
And then – perhaps, hopefully – war!
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