Not A Good Day For The Roses

But it's a been a Good Year...  A different version to one I would normally have chosen.

Back to work today.  The to-do list gets longer & longer.  And I got a lot done as well.  Lots and lots really.

And I got a message from G.  Moot had made up to her office under his own steam again and he was happily ensconced in his basket.

And then came time to come home.  First day after the school holidays and there was at least double the traffic on the road.  Add in the fact that it's the Wine Festival in the centre of town and let's just say the bus struggled to be anywhere near on time.

And yes, I do wonder what the story behind this discarded supermarket bouquet is.

And that last sentence with the verb right at the very end makes me think I'm losing my Englisch.  I no longer know if "what the story is...." or "what the story ... is" is the correct structure.  Then again Englisch is flexible enough to handle both.