Tuesday 15th November - Third Tuesday in November - Dark Side of the Moon
Bus woke me at 7am. Pick a nice shirt and a good pair of jeans and get outside right now, he shouted down the phone. An hour and a half later I was stumbling sleepily across the yard when Bus' stepson, Minibus hauled me into a lowslung helicopter. Then we were speeding away over the delta flatlands and the Gulf towards Florida. I asked what was going on. Minibus said that we were going to hover conspicuously over the Miami - Fort Lauderdale metropolis, patched in to all the local media outlets as Bus negotiated on the ground, ready for a sudden swoop down into a press conference, a big publicity hubbub and a huge Fins contract. I curled up on a floppy dachsund and dozed contentedly.
I was shaken awake by Minibus. It was ten to eleven and Bus was clambering up a dangling rope ladder towards...
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