Looking out of the office window at 4 minutes to 4pm. Thick fog is gathering outside.
It’s getting dark. It’s Friday evening. It’s foggy. Soon the lorry drivers will pour out of goods’ yards onto the motorways and jack-knife their lorries across the main commuter routes, as is traditional under these conditions.
Such conditions must have been more romantic in Victorian times.
What? Do you mean that the sinister doctor and the mysterious chinaman have removed the body to the lonely house on the moor?!
These days, they’d simply get stuck in traffic. Fu Manchu never had to cope with speed cameras I’m sure.