The Phoenix Rises

By sheilaM

A touch of Autumn

I managed to escape from work despite one of my colleagues best efforts.

Out and about I spied this wee stream and the light upon the leaves, just lightened my mood. Bouyed by this I managed to head back in to grindstone and got another night on call for my trouble.

Sometimes you shouldn't put your head above the parapet.

Will I ever learn?

The boys have now been Freshing for almost a week and Mr.R wishes Freshers week could go on for ever. I bet his liver is glad it doesn't.
Curlyfries is ominously silent.

Worried, who me?


I have my spies.

(You lot get your act together and let me know how they are........please.)

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