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For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.

In the previous episode, CIA bureau de change agent coughs into her nametag just as Professor Erm, Spahndecks Airline passenger, inquires about Beer®.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 6
Following the separation of Wales from England it was soon realised that to make a success of independence the nation needed a new economic base. In the corridors of power, the stairwells of influence and the alcoves of legislation there were murmurings – something had to be done – and fast! Working parties were set up, committees commissioned, focus groups became a centre of attention. Those who felt they were in power, and those who actually were, got together to find a solution.

Eventually a ‘think tank’ was initiated, drawing on the expertise, knowledge and experience of representatives from across the political field. After many long and difficult meetings and consultations in many long and difficult five star hotel suites a plan was hatched. Before long the plan had been fully coloured in and had its key words highlighted. To all involved it was sheer brilliance. It couldn’t fail to work, the nation would be a strong and free one and, most important of all, they would all become personally very rich…filthy rich, (through all the insider trading and secret, underhand deals they were just about to start doing – after one more round of tea and cakes).

Like most uncomplicated schemes it was a simple plan. It could be nicely boiled down (chopped up, served on a bed of fresh Alevut leaves and sold at a huge profit) to just two words: Land mines.