Yes those were our instructions. We heard them loud and clear. Nobody in carriage D of the 07.43 London bound train from Norwich was to utter a word about it. All of us had silently sworn ourselves to the secrecy. " Its just between me and you Pippa , do you understand ?" spoke the women sat across the isle from me into her mobile. Pippa must have been in absolute agreement for her reply was prompt "That's perfect, really perfect! Not a word now Pippa" The revealing pre-cursor conversation with Pippa had interestingly started just before we had approached Manningtree in Essex. A picturesque part of my journey to London; often I look up from my laptop and out onto the estuary. My eyes follow the inlet of the meandering River Stour, from the deep mudflat tributary swirls, out to the great expanse of the North Sea, as far as the eye can see. Here I always breathe in a calming breath, before the mad day mayhem takes its hold. But on this particul...
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