Chapter Seven: Saturday PMIt had been snowing during the day and more was falling as we drove further away from the centre of London, transforming the beauty of the English countryside from its normal alternating shades of lustrous green into a kaleidoscopic pattern of white shapes beyond a road of wet, grisly grey. I thought I'd left Mayler with the impression that I'd finished with him, and to be honest, normally what we'd spoken of and gone over would have been adequate, but none of what I'd since learned fitted any description of normality.
Henry was huddled up alongside one of the electric heaters in his accommodation wearing a big army issue overcoat, woollen gloves and a fur hat with earmuffs. I guessed he was too cold to register any surprise.
“Are you trying on the everyday clot
