“Sir, it is
freezing up here. You will give yourself a chill; Britain
cannot afford to have her Prime Minister bedridden,” Brendan Bracken said. He was wearing a heavy Donegal tweed overcoat. “Yes, yes, you are
as bad as the rest of them,” Churchill snapped. He, too, was well
wrapped up. Long black overcoat, homburg, and gloves.
“Grant me a moment to gaze upon my poor wounded London.” The two men were
standing on a walkway on the roof of No 10 Downing Street.
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