The world is at war.
Nothing has happened. Nothing bad, anyway.
I have a secure nine to five job, for the first time in my life.
I go to work on the tube. I have an office, secretary, decent salary.
Although it seems strange to be wearing a uniform.
I feel I'm betraing my vocation.
I'm meant to be writing a novel.
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