Chapter FourteenIn the morning the MOD changed their mind. Whereas before theory had transcended common sense, now common sense had won. The Visitors were to stay at Winkfield and the Army were to double their defensive shield. Simpson had little doubt that the PM’s strong objections had prevailed.
Toby was, to say the least, relieved, for the modest stately home at Winkfield was ideal, especially for the forthcoming visit of the US President. Indeed the backdrop of the Manor leant a dignity which reflected rightly the hospitality of HMG.
The phone had started ringing at 6.30, but Toby was already up and dressing. His small garret flat at the top of the big house contained a miniscule kitchen with a mini-fridge, a microwave and an electric kettle. He made himself a mug of tea and scrambl
