That Wasn't There Yesterday

If I'd had a bit more time, like about 30 seconds, I would have tried to get the church spire coming out of the tent.  But I didn't.  My bus was there and home was calling.

It's really good coming home at the moment for all sorts of reasons.  One of my favourite bits about being at home is that the telephone doesn't ring.  Or rather if it does, it's never for me.

In the office, one never knows what sort of fresh hell is about to be unleashed when the telephone rings.