It's well after 10 I the morning when I drag myself out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. Who is this man who looking back at me? His face is p...ffy, and his skin is dull and waxy and his hair is too long and straggly. Lower down, there is the unmistakable sign of a growing gut.I think about what Cathy said, about getting myself ready, for the time when Jenny comes back. Will she come back? And if she does come back, do I want her to see the man I am looking at now? I'd be a terrible. His thanks were effusive, and I dare say, to express his gratitude, he would have been only too pleased for me to gallop his wife, had I asked.He invited me into his private sitting room at the Governor's Residence, and poured me a glass of brandy."Well, here's to your very good health, Major Greenaway–I can't tell you how grateful I am that you have recovered Bonaparte." He gave a slight cough. "Is it necessary that my–umm–error will be broadcast to the government? I am in bad odour with Lord. "Lily," I say, "can I go the toilet?" hating the fact I have to askpermission."Of course dear, but call me mummy," she smiles at me.It is already dark by the time we reach my new home. The house is new,although built to look like it is Victorian. Tim tells me there's ariver that runs behind the house, a tributary of the Thames. The houseis set off from a small road with large trees shielding it from view.The street has a number of houses similarly hidden from public view. Iguess the rich like. Of course, none of that was true, but the effect was nearly the same as the old "companionship with sexual relief" approach that he had employed in college. One of the tenets of success that had been repeatedly drilled into the minds of he and his classmates the previous year was that establishing a sexual relationship with a fellow employee was a certain path to termination. For the first time in several years, Jeff allowed his big head to overrule his smaller one.Richard Dickinson maintained.