George and Mildred

Cue Simon Bates/Our Story theme choon...

Sad really. Mildred. Arrived today. George had never seen such a fine figure of a women before. They hit it off instantly, they had so much in common. Make no bones about it was a match made in heaven. But, it was always going to be short lived. Besides the age gap, there was a distance gap. Mildred was destined never to remain here, she had duties to perform three miles the other side of the Wallace Monument that they both glanced at, between looking into each other's eye sockets. She was Alloa to the bone. He was Stirling. It would never be, to say otherwise would be just telling fibulas, and it chilled them both to the marrow.

Other than that, we had lots of good, productive staff development today. Especially the four hour bit down in the Junk Rooms...