He was under pressure. There was a great deal of people depending on his leadership, and yet here he sat in this small cottage, in effect hiding.
So much was going through his mind about what he had to do, how he could organise his people, and what he needed to win the day.
Yet there was something nagging at him, something that he had to do here and now. An immediate concern for him to see to, yet he couldnâ€™t remember what.
A funny smell was distracting him, and a woman's voice yelled.
â€śAlfred, youâ€™re burning the cakes again!â€ť