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.)