I went to Kensington then filed copy.
Working, in other words.
Whatever was the male guest (who doesn't know me and ought therefore, to address me as Ms Easby but preferably not at all) doing to overcome imperialism and save lives (other than sitting on his backside in a centrally heated building)?
I recommend a look at some of the Middle East-related compositions of Leon Rosselson, though I appreciate you will have comprehension difficulties.