It’s now 7.30am Monday morning. It’s a very different atmosphere to Friday. There’s only three people in, it’s quiet. I’m on my first tea, which I’ve just found was made with bloody off milk. Curses.
I like this time of day, chance to think, get ahead. There’s a comforting sound of the radio from the other end of the building. Busy week to come, the Church seems to taking a deep breath in preparation.
You’ll notice posters of attractive women above my desk. That’s because I’m working on this (ironic for a man with no hair and no sense of fashion). Means I’ll be planning to follow this.
NORTHERN PLANNER 
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