She couldn’t remember things

Continuing Janet still … I think there’s more to come, although it has rather deteriorated into a bit of nonsense!

It was only because of Dragon that Janet had been able to force her way into the Council’s inner offices. The receptionist  – a hen-breasted woman with poorly bleached hair tamed by a can of hairspray – assured her she needed an appointment to see the Planning Officer. Janet, being a reasonable person, asked for the earliest available appointment and waited expectantly for th...