You shall go to the ball

Cinderella’s shoe had been cast aside and left in a pile of leaves near to my work. It’s not the sort of place where a ball is likely to be held.

There was a very strange smell around today. Sighthill is no stranger to smells - they are usually quite pleasant and come from the biscuit factory and smell of vanilla and freshly cooked biscuits, but today’s smell wasn’t nice at all - apparently it came from the battery chickens further down the railway line - I am amazed the smell could travel so far