John waved to the blonde
manageress of the Lyons Corner House. “Mavis, this is Mr Bracken who works for the Prime Minister. Thank
you so much for our tea and fresh scones.” “Oh sir, anything I can do to
help,” the woman curtsied. “Mr Churchill is a wonderful man. My uncle in
Stepney died in the bombing. Mr Churchill, bless him, put his arm round my Mum
and said the whole of Britain was thinking of her. Meant so much to her.”
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