Chapter Nine – Where were we
Woof’s taxi pulled up outside the houses of parliament, after paying his fare, he stepped out, looking up at Westminster tower, the architecture famous the world over, with many a person calling it big ben, when in fact it was the bell that was called Big Ben not the tower itself. As the clock’s hands ticked round saying 13:55, Woof made his way thought the barrage of security he needed to pass through before getting into the palace of Westminster for his meeting.
After being scanned, frisked his belongings X-rayed, he finally he passed through security, then waited on the benches in the large foyer, till a lady approached him she was in her mid-forties, wearing a black pants suit, her hair in a severe bun at the top of her head, and looked like she had
