I’m called to an emergency meeting in the wardrobe under the stairs (I’m so gonna start using that as my emergency meeting place from no on) by H.
Standing face to face under a single light bulb surrounded by 7 peoples life time collection of jackets you know something important is going to be said.
And with a deep low voice he the tells me the inevitable, this thing that can wait no longer that has been circulating in the air for weeks now. Our big autumn project. The making of the Star Wars trilogy. It needs to start now.
Now back to business.