Blessed Rain
The weather forecasters had been correct. There was light rain falling when Dicky, in a brown trench coat and wearing his favourite collapsible matching fishing hat pulled down around his ears, showed his security pass to the disconsolate sentinel at the "Employees Only" gate set in the rear of Century House. It was five minutes to seven, five more minutes of tedium before the shift changed and War Department Constable number 643 could make his weary way home to Dartford in Kent. The pass was scrutinised, but not Dicky"s face. He punched in the security code and passed through the glass doors making his way down three flight of stairs to room number D twenty-five; Catering Accounts/Storage. He unlocked the blue gloss painted door, entered and locked it when inside. He breathe
