And so to London for a meeting of the English Candidates Committee which, whilst frustrating in parts, had much to commend it. It was somewhat novel to be in London on a Saturday, as I'm usually either in Suffolk or taking part in some sort of politics related activity somewhere on this sceptred isle.
The strangest thing is that the city seemed drab and quiet on a Saturday morning - more like a Sunday in Whitehall. However, I have done my duty and am now on my way back to Creeting St Peter, and to celebrate, the sun has appeared. Sometimes, the Gods are sending a message...
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