Peace, Perfect Peace by Heath Robinson. Being the Morning after the Night Before. The aftermath of energetic peace celebrations to mark the end of the First World War, Heath Robinson imagines a street strewn with fallen flags and banners, somebody comatose in a letter box and a couple fast asleep on an upturned car, with umbrellas up to shelter from the drizzle, warm under a Union Jack flag. Ever a police officer has stopped for a doze on a convenient windowsill.