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Beryl Sexton reflected on matters over a cup of breakfast tea. Sigmund Merde had popped down to Portsmouth with a couple of Mandarins during the night. They had kept the two Senior Civil Servants in the chapel overnight, with Siggy monitoring, keeping them semi-comatose, sufficiently aware for them to comprehend the music that played over and over, and for him to mention Education is the silver bullet and you mess around with Transport, the arteries of a country, at your own peril, and never sell the family silver as a way of feathering your own nests. He spent a considerable amount of time explaining how their plotting and machinations in the corridors of power can affect others, not least himself; these two Mandarins had fully supported Dr Merde’s ostracising.
Merde had arranged fo
