He lives in the Trumpington Road in Cambridge with his elderly bed-ridden mother, old Mrs Pawson.
He spends most of his time in his study. It is a bright room cluttered with tables, chairs, rugs, pictures, vases, ornaments, and four different clocks; there is a chandelier on the ceiling.
He is hugely fat, and has purplish skin and browish, crooked teeth. He never leaves his armchair; if he has to go anywhere, he moves the chair.
His manner is loud and abrupt, and he likes people who stand up to him. He has no patience for civil servants.