The ED season has come to an end. Many martyrs, and few mortals. Even fewer those who kept a calm head - one of whom had just sent me a report on John Donne's poem "Twickenham Garden". And the calculative-minded still counted another feather of success.
Emergency meeting on Tuesday from 7.00 onwards. We start at 8 am. I have asked (ORALLY) a few NOT to attend me until further notice.