*Walks in*
*Senses something is not quite as it normally is*
*A hush descends*
*He looks to his left, then slowly to the right, peers over the top of his spectacles*
*His brow furrows, his shoulders shrug*
*He sits down, one leg draped louchely over the other as he arranges his papers on the ample space on the benches either side of him*
*He rises, stands silently, contemplating*
*He coughs*
*He draws a breath*
“Now, Miriam from Welwyn Garden City has written in to ask just what is to be done about the potholes in Fair Lawn...”