Spent the morning reading up on military intelligence.
That then took me naturally onto MI4 which controlled eye-view reconnaissance (which apparently meant surveillance by the old method of following someone around) and MI4 itself came under MI5, domestic intelligence and security. As I already knew,
MI6 handled the overview of foreign intelligence and security, while MI7 looked after alien invasions and general activity from beyond the sky. I was glad they had that covered.
I studied the rest of the list and set it aside. Somehow having access to this information seemed to have put me at the heart of our country, for, I reasoned, if the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is about anything it is about knowing what is going on. And I felt I knew.
And if I didn’t I soon would.
As I put my files away in the broom cupboard under the stairs I reflected on the fact that by and large this birthday was the best birthday I have had. Not only had military intelligence accepted me, that evening I had taken my best friends to the regular Saturday evening dance (or “bop” as we Dancers call it), at the Rat and Hedgehog in MadDogs Avenue, and wowed them with my newly acquired skills. True to their promises earlier in the week, several gentlemen from the dance classes were there and they were able to lead me through a myriad of steps. Oh how I floated. Oh how they admired my skill. I am even quite looking forward to a return to work.